Is there a full moon that I am not aware of? Have the planets misaligned and things are out of whack? OR, did someone pee on my Wheaties, while I was buttering my toast? Suffice it to say, this has not been a fun week, and it’s only Wednesday. I really can’t pin point why, but I have been one cranky chicky. As luck would have it none of this is directed at Sweet Husband. He is my sounding board and my voice of reason. If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be a blubbering idiot sitting on the side of the road somewhere waiting for a smelly Greyhound bus to take me to the furthest reaches of Canada. Instead I share the joy with you and the rest of the internets.
I have some great friends and we have this ongoing discussion about happiness and our jobs. I maintain that it’s not too much to ask to be happy at our jobs. How do the rest of you feel, are our jobs the end all to end all? For me, I don’t think so. This is just what I do, it’s not who I am. I suppose if I were a professional artist or singer or garment maker, then we might be having another discussion. But, I’m not! IN the mean time Sweet Husband and I keep plugging away, searching for that perfect property for our bed and breakfast. Now that sounds like fun AND hard work. As usual, I’ll keep you posted.