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I’ve been waiting for a while to get some potentially exciting news.

My boss has tried to convince the powers-that-be that I should continue working for them when we move to Colorado.

Yesterday, she told me that the board has decided not to retain me. I expected to feel traumatized or rejected or something. Robby expected a tantrum or something along those lines. However, I didn’t really feel anything.

We can’t move until I have a job. While I really wish I could continue to work at my current job (which I love immensely), I understand that sometimes disappointments can lead to exploration of other opportunities.

I’ve been working on my Colorado teacher certification. It’s coming along, and it’s amazing how much information they need about me. They’ve done an FBI background check (which I passed), they have a set of my fingerprints, they have basically all of my personal records — and yet, they still need me to upload proof that I’ve had three last names. That’s right. They want me to upload a copy of my marriage certificates and divorce decree.

Apparently the FBI doesn’t know as much as we think, or is too busy with other things to tell my (hopefully) future employers that I’ve been married twice.

Get ready, Colorado. I’m coming to join your workforce. Hopefully. Eventually. Whatever.


After a week of being on the brink of a nervous breakdown, things seem to be normalizing and coming together.

Why a nervous breakdown, you ask? (and if you don’t ask…it’s my blog, so there you go.)

Stress. Killer of joy, spasm-er of muscles, and destroyer of good attitudes. Don’t get me wrong. My excitement level of moving into a Tiny Home has merely increased by the day. That excitement is part of the stress. I want to go now, but now is not the time.

So, what can I do until August? How can I manage this stress that gives me intense nausea, intestinal spasms, and knotty shoulders?

My doctor’s advice: Chill Out.

My therapist’s advice: Chill Out.

My parents’ advice: Don’t Move To Colorado.

My husband’s advice: Take a Xanax.

Husband’s advice is almost immediately gratifying, as the medicine forces a calm in me. My parents aren’t getting their way on this one, so that adds another stressor, rather than being an idea for relieving one. As far as the medical professionals go, I would like to follow their advice. However, I don’t know how to “Chill Out”, or I would have done it already.

Yoga. Walking. Exercise. Healthy diet. Get organized. Hang out with friends.

Even this list is stressing me out, because it isn’t grammatically parallel.

Where is the peace? I know where. Depending on God is not something I’ve ever been particularly good at, but like anything worth excelling at, it takes practice.

How do you actively pursue peace in a world of stress and mess?

So, the cat is out of the bag. Facebook now knows that my husband and I are moving to Colorado. I guess I can share this blog with Facebook now!

As I continue to post, I hope you all enjoy our journey into something new, different, and challenging. What we’re planning is outside of the cookie-cutter, but then again, so are we.

Additionally, when you find out we’re working on opening an inn, please keep in mind that we’re not running a charity, here. However, friend and family rates will apply. ~_^

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