Deanna
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- Jun 25, 2007
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- Mojo the magnificent Maximillian Pionus; Cecil the clowny Senegal; and, Timothy the shy, fearful Parrotlet
For old timeās sake ā¦
Well, this evening I will begin my last pet sitting gig ā¦ I havenāt pet sat for several months now, but I promised one of my favorite clients that I would cover for them while they celebrate their 20th anniversary. This will be a hard one when I finish up on Sunday. I had my business for nearly 3 Ā½ years and I closely tied my identity to it and its success (and, it was quite successful). I closed (unofficially) just after Memorial Day weekend rush (I still am in the process of the paperwork end of closing things down). From there, I had a bit of a nervous breakdown as Iād felt in closing Iād failed. But, I simply woke up one morning (feeling like a tattered rag doll) and announced that I didnāt have the energy or wherewithal to keep going at the speed and rate I was going. I had routine, on-going weekday jobs as well as worked most all evenings until 10pm (beginning my days a 5 or 6a), weekends beginning at 5a-6am going through 10pm and all (bar none) holidays. This last Fourth of July was the first holiday I have gotten to spend with my husband for over 3 years. It used to be that I would only get one weekend off every 8-12 weeks.
I miss my business (not the committed hours) tremendously. I love animals and the care of animals. I love the diverse pets that were in my charge. This weekend I will be working for one of my very first clients, and very favorite clients. They have two doggies and a horse (my absolute favorite horse I care for).
Anyway, when I pay my last visit Sunday morning, I will be saying goodbye permanently to pet sitting and it will be a sad thing, once again. In the early stages of business start-up, I didnāt have much support; people didnātā think I could make it flyābut I did, and quite successfully. Hope this weekend and saying goodbye doesnāt throw me into another funk.
Iāve been sort of ālostā (so to speak) since closing. I donāt really know what I want to do now or even what Iām qualified for. I know more of what I donāt want rather than what I do want. But, Iām not going to worry about my future until after we return from our trip to Montana ā¦ then, Iāll see what may be on the horizon.
Well, this evening I will begin my last pet sitting gig ā¦ I havenāt pet sat for several months now, but I promised one of my favorite clients that I would cover for them while they celebrate their 20th anniversary. This will be a hard one when I finish up on Sunday. I had my business for nearly 3 Ā½ years and I closely tied my identity to it and its success (and, it was quite successful). I closed (unofficially) just after Memorial Day weekend rush (I still am in the process of the paperwork end of closing things down). From there, I had a bit of a nervous breakdown as Iād felt in closing Iād failed. But, I simply woke up one morning (feeling like a tattered rag doll) and announced that I didnāt have the energy or wherewithal to keep going at the speed and rate I was going. I had routine, on-going weekday jobs as well as worked most all evenings until 10pm (beginning my days a 5 or 6a), weekends beginning at 5a-6am going through 10pm and all (bar none) holidays. This last Fourth of July was the first holiday I have gotten to spend with my husband for over 3 years. It used to be that I would only get one weekend off every 8-12 weeks.
I miss my business (not the committed hours) tremendously. I love animals and the care of animals. I love the diverse pets that were in my charge. This weekend I will be working for one of my very first clients, and very favorite clients. They have two doggies and a horse (my absolute favorite horse I care for).
Anyway, when I pay my last visit Sunday morning, I will be saying goodbye permanently to pet sitting and it will be a sad thing, once again. In the early stages of business start-up, I didnāt have much support; people didnātā think I could make it flyābut I did, and quite successfully. Hope this weekend and saying goodbye doesnāt throw me into another funk.
Iāve been sort of ālostā (so to speak) since closing. I donāt really know what I want to do now or even what Iām qualified for. I know more of what I donāt want rather than what I do want. But, Iām not going to worry about my future until after we return from our trip to Montana ā¦ then, Iāll see what may be on the horizon.