Friday I turned 36. Yep, 36 feels just like 35. No surprise there. It has become one of our little family traditions that birthdays are days to reflect back on the past year from a more personal perspective, and look forward to the enxt one.
This past year I got out of the RV business and back into Corporate America. I went from getting nowhere near enough money to almost enough. Then I got promoted. I got out of the Admin career path and into the Analyst path. I got my first ever salaried position. I went from almost enough money to just barely enough.
And it was the year I got off my metaphysicall ass and committed myself to shamanism as a path. Next is the year I start to see where that might be headed.
Naturally, they're all years of change. This year, apparently was path changes. Who knows, maybe next is also the year of location changes. We'll see.
Thursday Wednesday already. Nearly two weeks. Lots of things I've meant to post... but... where's... the... time...? Wherediditgo? [No, not actually two weeks, but my brain seemed to think so when I started...]
The rest of the shamanism seminar left me optimistic and frustrated at the same time. I can do this stuff. I can help people.
Of course, I need to learn a lot more. The next major step is a week-long residential thing. How's that s'posed to work? There's a two-week long one after that. Yeah, same question, but maybe bold the word "that".
Then of course, before I can really be helping people I need to practice. Yeah, there's logistical challenges in that, too.
So... optimistic and frustrated.
Last Thursday we gave away stuff through the local Freecycle (of which Amy is a moderator). It was two specific things, plus accessories. We gave away our cats, Nora and Cinder. It was not easy. It was not without emotion. Jareth was mostly fine (it did take him a couple of days to really get that we didn't have them anymore), Kayla doesn't know any better. They went to a recently divorced guy who needs the company. They'll have more room and more attention.
Half our house (Amy and Jareth) were allergic to them. With the "flood" that messed up the basement back in December (and still not fixed) we pretty much haven't been able to really see them much. The kids couldn't go down there, and we couldn't let the cats out. Hard as it was, it really was the right thing to do.
We keep telling reminding ourselves that.
Last weekend (already...) we had an impromptu garage sale. We didn't advertise. We hardly prepped. We took stuff that had been boxed, spread it out on all the tables we could arrange, and Amy went nuts stickering things with prices.
We made some money. We made some room in the garage. I'll make more room in a couple of hours when most of the rest goes to the curb. I'll be curious to see how much of it is left by morning.