All the air went out of my tires tonight when I realized…
This happens to me over and over again. I have to believe I have a backstop so that I can go out and do what I want.
Then eventually I find out that no backstop is forever and this forces me to grow up a little bit.
One of my backstops over the past 14 years has been my guest house. Now this is gone. I have to move into the world and make my way.
I felt so deflated when I got the news Tuesday evening that I’d need to move out in June. I was just down for the count. I wanted to cry.