A Little Hiccup on the Journey

She said…

We’ve been living in Wanda (our new Fleetwood Bounder) for a month.  We moved in at the same time school started, so both of us have gone back to work, me as a long-term substitute teacher at a local elementary school, Shannon at the local Community College.  In addition, Shannon has done a tremendous amount of work in and on the RV and I have been training my replacement at the church, as well as trying to keep up with my belt orders.  With all of that, our good weather is slipping away and our work on the house to ready it for sale has ground to a slow crawl.  Shannon has finished staining the front deck and has set up scaffolding in the house to work on windows and the 2-story stair wall.  I have had intentions of cleaning out the rest of the upstairs so that all that is left up there is cleaning and painting, but have not made much progress.

For me, school has been grueling, both physically and emotionally, and I have been left feeling exhausted and brittle every night.  I have come to a place where I need to acknowledge my limitations.  I have been trying to do too much, and a lot of important “journey” tasks are slipping through the cracks.  I have had to admit, and Shannon agrees, that my emotional well-being is more important than my financial contribution, so as of today, I have resigned the teaching job.  I can, hopefully, make up the difference in the budget by getting caught up on my belt orders, and throwing massive yard sales!

While giving up this job has left me feeling weepy and insecure, as though my little inner overachiever has been grievously diminished in some way, my inner hedonist is looking forward to sleeping in past 5:30 on Monday morning and getting back to work on the things that will further our adventure!

 

4 thoughts on “A Little Hiccup on the Journey

  1. Don’t look back, Mariel. I remember very well how physically and emotionally exhausted we were when we purged and readied the house. Things like staring at a pile of stuff and totally zoning out on what to do with it. Having to use two hands on a paint roller, because my joints and muscles were too sore to hold it with one. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and you will get there. 🙂

    1. Mariel – I completely understand your needs there. I was in your same situation 1 school year ago. You did the right thing. It is not worth it to all involved if life there was miserable and you stayed simply because you said you would. You are not a quitter. God just clearly told you He needed you to be somewhere else and you complied. <3 Love to you.

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