New Year 2024

New Year 2023 brought no essay, no long winded tirade on new normal or other TEOTWAWKI 2.0 revelations. It started out with a squeak and is coming to a close with a roar unlike any other. 2023 has proven to be a year of HUGE changes in my little corner of Saskatchewan.

From break up to burn-out to business owner.

In February my last boyfriend announced that he was moving out. It was a wise decision and although we remain friends, I suspect that the benefits of single life far out weigh being decidedly unhappy for the sake of sharing space.

Having spent pretty much ALL of my adult years (so far) in survival mode, the burnout hit hard and fast in May. I’ve spent my entire life being the MODEL employee. To the detriment of all else, I had to work. I would rationalize it six ways from Sunday but in the end, it was fear that kept me at the office. Fear of not making the rent. Fear of not being able to pay the bills. Fear of failure. After having spent a Saturday morning in a puddle of snot on the bathroom floor something cracked. Monday morning I walked into my doctor’s office and broke down. I took a leave from work.

One morning as I was in the process of trying to find a therapist that could walk me through contemplating my rather sudden departure from the career path I’d been on for almost 10 years I received a Facebook message that has changed the course of my life. It read: “I’m ready to sell, are you still interested?”

Well, where do we go from here?

This is where we go now...

This is where we went…Welcome 2024.