It’s been too long since I’ve posted here.
Way. Too. Long.
I’ve started school again, and am hip-deep into learning C-programming, as well as taking two survey courses about computers and computer science. On top of this, I’ve been attempting to churn out a better draft of my memoir with the help of my writing group. The ladies I’ve been working with are patient and amazing, but I fear I’m letting them down. I’ve also been in discussions with Ray about the future for him and I. Possibilities with work for him and work for me seem to be rattling around out there, and while we are both anxious to take a Big Leap Forward with our careers, life, and all of that – we are both feeling terribly overwhelmed by it all.
Too many plates spinning.
I’m on a quick layover at work, so I’ll have to cut this short for now, but I will be back later. I need to write stuff down and share it here.
It’s now almost 10pm and I’m finally coming back to this entry. See what I mean? I’ve spent the last few hours doing homework and such, and totally forgot to come back and say my peace on here.
Over the last few weeks, Ray and I have been getting pretty serious about our conversations regarding the future. He’s got a number of options on the table. I’ve got a few myself, but they’re mostly just threads that I could possibly pluck, depending on where he wants to go. He, of course, would also follow my lead if I were to take one, but as I admitted to him last night, the last time I took the lead on anything like this, I lost the relationship I was in due to resentment and bitterness. I don’t want to have any of that with him. I also, however, don’t want to throw out any opportunities for myself in an act of just pleasing him. Resentment goes two ways, I’ve learned.
For now, I’ve got Teach for America looming on my horizon. They have placement schools in the Yakima River area, where Ray could possibly also find work in the wine industry out there. There’s also the potential of going full-time at TriMet (with an extended possibility of becoming a Light Rail Operator). The first option would be a huge shift in the way things are with Ray and I. The second option would be more subtle, perhaps, but it would mean I’d need to give up on my dreams of getting back into the classroom, probably give up on school as well, and dive head-first into a job that I’m, to be honest, meh about.
I mean, I could make it work, and the money would be lovely. I could be stupid-debt (credit card) free in a matter of months. I could stash money aside for a downpayment on a home. I could be the sole breadwinner for us while Ray figures out his own career and life. But I could also do those things on a starting teacher salary in Washington State – especially if we were to live in an area that is very, very, VERY affordable.
So, yeah, right now, things feel like their spinning a lot, and I’m chasing back and forth to keep the plates up on the poles where they belong. Ray can sense it, and is reacting accordingly – bouncing between “there, there, there, Thom” and “OMG GO AWAY.” I get it. I’m neurotic. I’m also really, really hungry for change, and really want to put down some damned roots somewhere. I’m almost forty years old. It’s beyond time.