Saturday, April 08, 2006
When It Rains, It Pours
Literally. It has been raining for something like 40 days straight. We're going Biblical. My gutters were overflowing again (yes, I know I should contact the landlord about it, but if we're moving soon, perhaps I should let it ride. Or maybe since we're leaving soon, I ought to get it taken care of...gah).
So, in keeping with the rain, I am also attempting all things at once. Those are:
1) buying a house
2) getting pregnant
3) looking at a new career
Jeffrey, who I used to work with in mom's office when we were both there, tells me I'm certifiably cuckoo. He's probably right. But the real trick about it is that when things are right to happen, they just happen.
1) The house came up because my parents sold a house in Hawai'i and have to buy another one or else pay capital gains. Voila, there's a down-payment for us. It happened now and we have to act now so we are.
2)Attempts at baby are being made because I'm not getting any younger and we both want kids, so why the heck wait any longer? No time is ever the right time. So we opted to start trying this year before the house thing even came up.
3)Mom wants to retire. I want a career that I have more control over (in some ways, at least). So I've started the agency process to become an approved candidate to be an insurance agent for the company I've worked for a lot of my life (I started working in mom's office when I was 16 making cold calls to ask people if they wanted a quote...someone should have told me that Monday nights in January were not a prime cold calling window of opprotunity and to expect to hear things like "What the hell are you doing calling me in the middle of The Game?!")
It's all coming together NOW, and there comes a time in one's life, I believe, where we realize that we can't control some of this stuff. So I'm not trying. I don't know when or if we'll get pregnant. I don't know if I'll get mom's agency when she retires. I don't know which house we'll end up buying. But the timing is happening according to Someone else's wristwatch and I'm surprisingly fine with that.
| Mrs. Botton was at it again @ 9:34 AM
