Excuse me, but it's time to breath
August 8, 2007
Have you ever stopped, taken a moment to breath, and consciously excused yourself from life? This is precisely what I'm trying to convince my husband to do. I want to taste the free life, and I want Jared to enjoy it with me.
We've been married for five years, and with the exception of the past two months we've both been students the entire time. During the course of our five years together we've earned two bachelors degrees, produced one ninety page thesis, earned one masters degree (with a 4.0), and we're on the cusp of adding a doctorate to this list. We have excellent professional references and an excellent credit rating. We've lived comfortably within our means, have splurged on two movies in the past three years, and have a savings account the size of Alaska. I've run one full marathon, two half marathons, and a thousand other races in between. Add one child born via c-section, a cross country move, and a house flip to the mix, and you've got a pretty clear picture of our first few years together.
I should mention--I'm twenty-six years old.
Impressive? I'd say so. Exciting? You bet. Exhausting? I'm just starting to feel it.
I'm ready to take a moment, enjoy our successes, and breath. I want some time off.
You see, for the past several months, we've been knee deep in business planning. In following with our pattern of ambition, we've decided to open our own chiropractic practice. Consequently we've been swallowed up by loan applications, interest calculators, profit projections, real estate listings and retainer agreements. I'm just now beginning to understand the commitment and heart it takes to be a successful entrepreneur.
I'm very capable and very willing to do what it takes. I'm just not sure that I'm ready. I want to run away, just for a little while, before life sets in and retirement comes around faster than I can spell 'Mississippi.'
I want to delay opening the practice by a month--well, maybe two. And to pass the time I want to rent a beach house on an island in Maine or a cabin in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, preferably without a TV. I want to hang out in front of a wood stove with my family, I want to slip on the wooden floors in my wool socks, I want to teach James how to build a snowman, and maybe learn some yoga. I want to hear Jared play his guitar, and laugh like school girls at each other's jokes. I want to give James his time outs on an old, rustic set of stairs. I want to cook recipes from The Joy of Cooking, and buy lobster straight from the man who caught it. I want to play cards, and read story books, and maybe even start the writing career that I've wanted since I was twelve.
It's clearly mapped out in my imagination--all that's left to do is convince Jared.
So here's my question to you. Have you ever taken a break from life? Have you stepped away and taken an extended breather? Where'd you go? Was it totally worth it? Was it a complete waste of money? Did you come back to life feeling stressed or refreshed? How did you convince your spouse? I'm curious...