When a plan comes together….FINALLY.

I am waiting for the coffee to get done brewing. I am not yet awake. I have a 4-5 mile run ahead of me and then hours of lovely painting and sketching. It is Friday which means I am working from home. As I was yesterday. And in heaven. I went part time back in August and have since sold two books that will be coming out in September of this year. Dude. That’s a lot of painting. A lot of painting fast. So I guess it was pretty good I was part time. Ya know, so I could get it all done. And not that I am telling my husband I told you so or anything, but…. I TOTALLY TOLD YOU SO!!! It’s like, oh, I don’t know, my instinct was right???!!! Okay, done with gloating, he reads this after all. Love you hunnie!!

So fast forward to oh, I don’t know, February. Things are happening, I am in the zone with book ideas. Publishers are interested in a third book I have. I begin the murmurs to my husband…”You know….the plan all along….was for me to do this full time at home…” That was greeted with, um, a smile and a perhaps, was that a nod? One can’t be too sure. See, if you read this blog or know us in real life, you know I am the impulsive one. My husband is the planner, the prudent one. We are a perfect match. Truly. Like those cute salt and pepper shakers? You know the ones – like little dogs that kiss and have magnet noses? So opposite, yet perfect together. We are better together than we are alone. Like these:

How cute are they??? And I had to get my cute fat Buddha in the pic. I rub his tummy every morning!

So while me quitting has been in the works the whole time, he is still, let’s say, less than enthusiastic about the lack of guaranteed income. See, to a left brained person like my hubbie, who likes planning and budgeting, and KNOWING, the prospect of my income coming in fits and spurts, different amounts? Well, he just can’t count on it, so in a way, to him, I have no income. To a right brained person like me? I am thinking about all the possibilities, all the different ways I can make money now that I will have the time. More books, school and library visits, licensing, pet portraits, festivals. The income? LIMITLESS!!! So, um, perhaps you see the problem? The Michelle quitting conversation often gets stuck in a dead end.

Two weeks ago we were driving to Pensacola. Which I might add is a 6 hour drive. One in which you could say, my husband is a captive audience to my ramblings. Read: TRAPPED. (Don’t you feel sorry for him! He KNEW what he was getting into when he married me!!) And I begin my ‘I need to quit conversation. I NEED to quit SOON conversation.’ And see, my husband is quiet. Always has been, always will be. And I am the talker. I talk and talk and talk. I am Talky McGee, the wife who talks in bed until she realizes her husband has long fallen asleep and he missed my solution to all the problems of the universe and what new great idea for a book I just had. So here we are. In a car. For 6 hours and I am in the “I wanna quit soon!” zone.

Me: “It’s TIME!”

Him: “Maybe, we’ll see. We’ll just wait a bit longer.”

Me: “How long??

Him: Let’s see how your books do, how about that?

Me: WHAT????? They don’t even come out until September!!!!

Him: ….I know.

Me: What? Do you want me to DIE in a cubicle? That cube sucks the life force out of me!! Fine, I will never quit! I will just do everything forever! But when I am dead, you better tell people it was your fault I got the soul sucked out of me!! And put it on my tombstone!! And make sure you invite my publisher so she can lament all the income she didn’t make because I am dead. And it will be ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Um. I am maybe…DRAMATIC.

Finally he says, “You know what? QUIT! Do it! I think you are scared and using me as an excuse not to quit!! Do it today!!”

Silence……

Silence……

Silence……

STONY SILENCE…….

I pick up my phone.

Ring….ring….ring….

“Hi boss, I am sorry to have to do this on your voicemail, but I wanted you to know right away. I am quitting. My last day is May 18. I will call you later to talk more about it. Have a great trip!”

CLICK.

Silence.

Him: “…..good. I’m….glad.”

What have we learned here: Michelle knows an opportunity when it presents itself. And don’t play chicken with Michelle.

So guess what y’all??? My last day is May 18!!!!

I truly need to thank my supportive amazing husband for this. Because without him none of this would have happened. He inspired me to try my hardest and be my best. He makes me think about my decisions and take the time to plan them and and execute them right. He also gives me artistic license to tell a funny story to the world even when I knew he would tell me to quit when ever I said I was truly ready. He pushed me exactly when I needed the final push. He always has my back. Everyone should have a partner in life as amazing as my husband. I adore you baby, thank you for being my partner in crime. Together we will attain every dream we have! 🙂

And also? How yummy is he??? Look at him in his officer’s uniform! I. KNOW!!!

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