The prolotherapy is Slowing Me Down! but I can sleep on my left shoulder again.. and that is a beautiful thing..
The changes in the business, the changes in myself. The changes in my environment.
I haven't bothered to track them all, but I think it's time that I did.
My very work is about change, and I have to change so much, myself, to contain the work I do.
First of all, I have to adapt to the work I offer to others.
Second, I have to grow into the work.
Third, I have to work out where I am growing into the work, and where I can offer it.
Then we can get into Where I offer it, pay rent, advertise, work the system, deal with inquiries, adjust marketing message, and so on.
I have started over five times, at least, in the last 10 years, to keep up with what I am doing with my practice.
I am at a place where I am still growing into the work, still growing the work, and still getting to know my network, and it is all working for me!
It's like I finally struggled out of the womb, breathed, and am learning to crawl.
Now, I have to stay in place long enough to get to walk.
I haven't had that chance, professionally, before.
With our landing in Frederick, my practice has taken off, with some networking.
His job is predictably federally miserable, but the path he has invested in, with me as his 401K, prohibits him uprooting my practice as anything resembling sensible.
At least in my practical mind.
He worked hard for me to get what I have, the qualifications I earn my way with, here.
He should be eager to reap those benefits.
He has applied for jobs in Schweinefurt and Heidelburg. That would be great in about 5 years, but for the next short time, it means an unaccompanied tour, because I will not leave my practice.
My practice, which was the focus of thousands of hours, and almost my entire income while we were in Germany, meant to finance our life together and eventually his retirement, is something he would just trade out, to get away from where he is.
I get that it is very stressful for him, I would like to get him out of there, but this has happened in every job I have ever observed him in. He gets into a bad situation politically, and wants to bail geographically, rather than solving local problems. It's a model he grew up with.
It's easier to bail.
Because I have become exhausted by the change of venue option, my choice is to dig in and fight. Not because I think here is special, in fact, I think the city of Frederick is a lost cause of redneck morons and over-tolerant liberals. The Harleys need to shut up, and the dogs, and people need to put cigarettes in trash cans, and trash in trash cans.. not on the street for everyone to see, proclaiming "Frederick is full of Trash!" which would not arguably be untrue.
This is where I have landed, and I am too fucking annoyed, and tired, to go anywhere for a while.
I don't think I want to "retire" here, but I haven't decided where to take that step.