Ever have those moments where life seems life some crazy nightmare or a blissful daydream, even though you’re 110% awake? And all you want to do is pinch yourself to wake up to reality? That was last week.
And before I dive too far into it, here’s my with-all-due-respect clause (AKA: something that doesn’t allow me to say whatever I want, but I’m going to do it anyway: I’m sorry for all of the cryptic vagueness about the next portion of this post. I hate when people post vague tweets or posts that leave me wondering why they even said anything at all, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it will allow me to semi-explain myself legally. And by legally, I mean that I don’t think I’m legally allowed to say what’s happening yet so I’m going to tip-toe around what I’m doing. And I’ll feel like those annoying bloggers that do this all the time, which well make me feel bad, but not bad enough to do something currently illegal. Make sense? Probably not.
The Gnarly Whale has been one of those things that leaves me feeling like my life is some crazy dream meant for someone else. The success that I’ve seen from this business has already surpassed every other venture I’ve ever done in the 4.5 months it’s been around. More often than not, it feels too good to be true and I end up second-guessing myself which I hate. But that’s not the point. The sales, the opportunities, the praise – all of it has instilled a sense of satisfaction in me, reminding me that I’m in the exact place I’m meant to be in.
And last week was just another reminder of that when we were offered a huge opportunity. [insert annoying cryptic vagueness here] I can’t go into many details right now, but I will say we’re in the process of getting our products offered to people around the world in a much larger, more global scale with a well-known company. When everything is finalized, I’ll be sure to share all of the details . . . but for now, know that something BIG is on the horizon.[end annoying cryptic vagueness here]
Last Monday was long as we tried to manage our oldest dog’s pain. But last Tuesday was even longer. As soon as Nathan got home from work, we took our oldest dog Meg [top] to the vet. She had stopped eating, drinking, moving – pretty much doing anything but shaking. Of course when we got to the vet, she showed zero signs of illness which led to probably the quickest exam known to man. The doctor gave us no indication of what it was – other than it most likely wasn’t any neurological problems. Helpful, yet not at all. We left with some pain pills, crossed our fingers we wouldn’t be back, and tried to find some sort of happy medium for everyone in the household.
Everyone in the house is still trying to adjust even though she’s on the slow road to recovery. Sookie has no idea why she can’t just play with her like she usually does and has resorted to beating up the cat instead. I work more in the evenings than during the day, leaving Nathan to take over pet sitting duties at night. The sense of normalcy around here is all out of whack and I don’t know that anyone has slept well – or in their own normal bed – for over a week and a half.
But these last five days have had more good than bad. It’s allowed me to appreciate downtime and not feel guilt or fret over lost time that’s spent with myself or my loved ones. It’s reminded me that the go go go! mentality that I usually have isn’t working for me and that I need to be okay when life throws me a couple of curve-balls.
My work will still get done, even if it’s at odd times. My blog and social media accounts will still be there, they just might be more quiet. The housework and chores will always wait for me, even if I wish they didn’t. There is nothing that disappears just because of a few bumps in the road. I’ll adjust, life will go on, and as long as I still have the things/people that matter to be around me – everything will turn out just fine in the end.