Except I won't, because y'all know how much I like using my words.
Technically, I need the income in the worst way. Also technically~ after the holidays ended and I had covered everyone's days off and vacations, being low girl on the totem pole meant I got stuck with the ghost shifts (days/nights during which business is the slowest) which means while it was a little added help it wasn't near enough. Top that off with the sick that has yet to end and feeling anything but inspired ~ I decided Door Mat is not in my middle name.
I mentioned a little while ago that it wasn't working out for me and that my boss should start looking for someone else so when there was disturbance in the force early Sat. night (read that as a rare and way overblown BS situation between a customer and the owner...neighborhood or not, it's still a BAR) I found a moment to tell her that it would be my last night.
I'm hopping sides of the Right/Wrong decision fence like I'm glued to a Pogo Stick.
I still have the same mortgage and car payment as I did when I decided I needed to take the job. In fact as of tomorrow I am 30 days late with my house payment, and I've only half of it.
On the other hand, I'm sick and tired of being sick. I haven't been in the studio save a couple of times in 2 months. Last week I let a sink full of dishes sit there for 3 DAYS. A friend came over and replaced the guts of the upstairs toilet to stop a leak, and I stepped over the trash left behind in the bathroom for almost a week before I cleaned it up.
Some people reading this are real life friends, have been in my home, and are probably lying on the floor having just fallen out of their chairs after reading the above.
I may be a free spirited Phoebe creative, but I'm a total Monica when it comes to my home.
I don't know if I've made the right choice. I don't know if the economy is healed enough for me to make it again on my calling. I. don't. know.
It's a scary thing I've done, but where there is no fear there can be no courage.
(UPDATE: This post sounds more morose than I actually am. God's has been the loudest of my voices lately ~ and the choice I made is because I am listening.)
On a happier note~ my bead soup from MK arrived this weekend~ a beautiful combination of color and shape that includes a seahorse.
A SEAHORSE, y'all!