(Publishing posts from the past. This one hails from Spring of 2017 when we had first moved to Florida and were renovating our first home. Plz continue 2025 commentary following the revived content.)
Pooping was a whole other story.
Some other things that have been going on around here - I ended up moving my computer over to our place while we're crashing with Adam's mom to help with staying focused on work during the day. It's nice and keeps me much more concentrated but I do miss the comings and goings and of course having two of the best coworkers ever, read: dogs.
1. Cleaning out the gutters.
2. Cutting concrete, pouring concrete, shaping concrete.
3. Paddle-boarding in the ocean.
Some other things that have been going on around here - I ended up moving my computer over to our place while we're crashing with Adam's mom to help with staying focused on work during the day. It's nice and keeps me much more concentrated but I do miss the comings and goings and of course having two of the best coworkers ever, read: dogs.
1. Cleaning out the gutters.
2. Cutting concrete, pouring concrete, shaping concrete.
3. Paddle-boarding in the ocean.
2025, lets hit it: I strongly disliked paddle-boarding y'all. I bought the damn thing sitting in Northern California thinking I was so clever utilizing my delicious outdoor gear discount before I departed the industry. Now, at 40, its easy to admit and see that girl was not so subtly masking her emotions in retail therapy with ostentatious purchases via an exclusive access point I was forcibly giving up maybe forever. Ugh, for crying out loud. I was distractedly shopping for the paddle board at our company's annual sales meeting where I was supposed to be delivering my comprehensive and strategic marketing plan that I had been busting my ass, staying up late night, weekends, developing. It was my brain child! I had master minded the shit out of this thing, leveraging relationships, continuity, a spent budget, and challenging internal relationships to align stories from thought leaders paired with sexy imagery evoking a sense of people and place that you too could touch if you only dawned our apparel (and spent $6 - $10K on an international trip). I had landed this stretch of a job, the GM had taken a bold chance on me, and I spent months making up for my imposter syndrome by learning heaps about myself and marketing in the process. This strategic, seasonal marketing plan was my baby and I was forced to hurriedly brief the individual who was inheriting our brand only hours prior to delivering the work to hundreds of employees and sales agents who had come to the meeting evaluating the work corporate had been investing into ensuring the product launch would be successful. I had my Helen Hunt moment from "What Women Want" and I didn't want a Helen Hunt moment from "What Women Want". To be fair, neither did she. So there I sat, feeling cast off to the side, watching my work tumble across the slides, fumbled in delivery, and therefore in adoption and appreciation.
It was my identity. I had made it my identity and invested in my future in that identity. This was my (our) path, that we had agreed to take. And it was being taken from me. I was giving it away. My own identity.
So what better else to do than to adopt a new one. Look! A paddle board. We're moving to the coast. I'll be a paddle board chick in the mornings before work. How neat! How much? Whatever. I can't feel anything right now!
I'm dying laughing out loud right now. This is all so silly! What's more silly? I sold it later, hated the damn thing, the ocean completely freaks me out. Maybe because the first time I remember setting foot in one I was 20 years old. Anyway, maybe 3-4 years later after I bought/tried/hated/sold the first board, do you want to know what Adam got me for CHRISTMAS?! hahahahahahahaha.
I suppose there are some gaps to fill in around the identity piece and why my job was being taken away. Another day. Duty calls! Work. Not poo. Jeez.
