So, life has been changing. Changing and moving and turning in to something that I wasn’t really ready for but when am I ever going to be ready?
Taylor quit his job. As of a week ago, we are both self employed and working toward fulfilling our dreams.
Honestly, I’m a ball of emotions and it depends what day of the week it is for how I would answer, “How are you?” Taylor’s been working toward, as hard as he could, being a full time musician and making a living off of his music. And over the past year, it felt like it was getting more and more serious. We’ve been balancing my job and the demands of it along with him being gone most weekends. It’s been tiring. And then talks started happening of trying to go for it, for real. It’s been building since March, the “what if’s?” and the “how do we actually do this?” and the endless conversations that go along with such a huge life change. There’s been crying. For me, there’s been a lot and lot of crying. And honestly, there’s been fighting. Taylor and I regularly do not fight. But him quitting his job and the future being so unknown has been doing crazy things to me, emotionally, and has me more stressed out and worrying than I have been in a long time.
But it all came down to.. making music full time is his dream. And he’s a hard worker. And he’s smart and he would never do anything to put his family in jeopardy. And frankly, this is the time to do it.
So, he quit his job. And he begins his new life of touring demands. And I begin my life of trying to figure out how to make this all make sense.
That’s what’s going on and it’s pretty consuming.