Steve quit his job last week.
A job he loved, was amazing at, and had so many great things about it. But it was also a job that was stressful, time-consuming and hard to manage with his already full load of responsibilities as a farmer, father, property manager, husband.
Anyone who knows us in real life has watched the struggle the past 12 years have been: project after endless project, three kids in four years, renovations up the wazoo, my jumping head-first into an unexpected career opportunity, the list goes on. It has been beautiful and challenging and hard and wonderful but for the past couple years we have been feeling the pull for more. Or, rather, less. Less stress, less laps around the hamster wheel of life, less busyness, less distance between me and Steve as two ships passing in the night as we struggled to keep our separate spheres from spinning out of orbit.
This has not been a rash decision, by any means. But that doesn’t mean it’s not still a little scary.
It’s good though. We knew there was no option to keep doing what we were doing, so here we go, jumping together into this new stage.
Here we go!