On A New Path

This is my first personal blog post in over a year. As a woman who always has something to say, not be able to blog felt really out of character for me (especially because I blog for dozens of clients daily!).

As I move into my 38th year of life and reflect on the past year, the reason I wasn’t a blog-babe-ing machine was simple – I was in a very out-of-character place which I am happily making my way out of.

In early 2014, I moved from Santa Barbara, California to the suburbs of Georgia.  The ocean view in Summerland, CA (yes, there is such a place) was lovely, but working my ass off to pay to live in an expensive place to spend M-F getting text pics from the nanny showing all her adventures with my cool kid while my husband was on the road all the time (most of his work is on the East Coast) was not lovely…it was plain ridiculous.

Since the hubs kept his old bachelor pad condo in the burbs north of Atlanta from his pre-me life, we decided to move into it to quickly have a home base and ease up his time on the road to have more family together time. We sold almost all our furniture and moved across the country. This got him closer to a major airport and on the coast where all his work was to have him home more. I was able to work less and spend more time with our daughter and we loved the cut in our cost of living and all the amazing things to do in Atlanta. So we lived happily ever after, right?

Not quite. While we got everything we wanted out of the move, where we were living was not working. We were in a suburb north of Atlanta and it was just not us. I missed my friends, and loathed seeing corporate signs everywhere. Having to drive everywhere was very unsatisfying. While I made great friends, it just wasn’t the right place for us. But we had time on our side, (or so it seemed) and so I put on my Pollyanna face and tried accepting that we would just wait it out a few more years and enjoy stashing cash until we figured out where our forever home was.

When my stepfather died in an unexpected horrific work accident in May of this year, I felt like I had the rug pulled out from under me. This “time” I felt like I had seemed to evaporate and I went through waves of sadness, frustration and anger. Losing my father in 2008 was heartbreaking, losing my stepfather this year was crushing. I had never felt so dark. I told my husband that I thought I might need help dealing with my anger. He very quickly presented me with a list of therapists from our insurance list …and then he packed and left for another work trip.

Alone at home with my daughter like most weeks, I went back to work and began staring at the list of therapists. I thought I was going to explode. I was feeling out of place and really, really angry that I might spend hundreds of dollars per hour to have to talk to someone about how angry I was. Instead, I made a list of all of the things that were not working for me and began to address them starting with small stuff.

One small and silly thing that frustrated me was my hair. It was a pain – pain to style, maintain and it was heavy. The weight of it had to go. I whacked off my long, beautiful, big Barbie doll hair that I spent tons of money bleaching and straightening and going to blow out bars to look fabulous (Google Lorrie Thomas Ross, the fab hair still lives on the internet). The time I spent sitting in salons to pay someone to put gross chemicals on my head could be better spent with my family, exercising or saving for my daughter’s education. Chop, chop. Done. While vanity was pushed aside with my hair, I might as well get braces on too, right?! So I did that too (years overdue).

Onto to bigger issues – the “where” in my life. I decided to stop waiting for the right place to live to land in my lap and began seeking out places that addressed things I love – arts, education, health and environment. When I lived in Summerland, I could walk everywhere. I loooved that.  I wanted to live somewhere that I could walk my daughter to school, where I could access a farmer’s market and still enjoy the culture of arts and be surrounded by really, really neat, cool, amazing people. We also needed access to a major airport for my husband’s job. I thought it would take years to find a place like this.

Little did I know that a previous weekend getaway to a place called Serenbe was this place. Whenever I would whine to my hubby (I own that I whined a LOT) about not liking the suburbs, he would always say, “You’d like Serenbe”. Well, to a CA-raised girl, “Serenbe” could have been anything (I don’t know GA at all) but I looked it up and booked a room at the Inn. It was a rainy weekend and we almost canceled due to weather but decided to go. We trudged around in the mud, took the hay ride around the farm, ate at great restaurants, wine tasted the Sunday before we went home and were so relaxed. As we drove home, we kept thinking how wonderful it was and how lucky the people were who got to live there (not thinking of it as a home option at all).

My daughter (she is 4, but is an old soul) is the one who months later asked if we could go back. “Mom, when are we going back to Serenbe?” she asked. I told her I’d see if we could do another weekend getaway. Then she said “Ok Mom. Well, someday when we live in Serenbe, we can see the goats all the time.” I laughed and told her that we weren’t moving there, we were just going visit and she said “Ok Mom. But someday we will live there.”

When we came back for that second weekend, I wasn’t planning to buy a home, but hearing my daughter’s words and experiencing that this place had everything I valued, my intuition screamed “HERE, NOW!” and so I made an offer on a house (without the hubs being 100% on board.)

After delivering two eulogies over a short 7 year span, I decided that it was time to jump on a path and live life now.

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The last thing on the “this is not working for me” list was my professional purpose. I LOVE my company and I love digital marketing and my agency business will be around for years to come, but seeing a void of women entrepreneurs as clients was my red screaming sign that it was time to create another business that helps women in business specifically. I will be teaching everything from marketing, operations, sales, administrative things…even how to deal with annoying clients! A new focus to help women launch and grow businesses and empower some to let go of the ledge (to leave the confines of corporate hell so they can make money working anywhere!) is a must. This venture, called Wild Web Women will unfold in 2016.

So there you have it. Why I went dark for a year on this blog, where my life was and where it was going. 🙂

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