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Times, They are a Changin.... AGAIN!

Well, for a self-proclaimed addict to stability and a creature who cowls in the face of change, I seem to be walking directly into change's line of fire and throwing stability out the window.

Don't get me wrong, I want my good friend, stability, to snuggle in and sit with me for a while, while my dreaded foe, change, hits the road and keeps on walkin', but it doesn't seem to be working out that way for now.

It all started a few years ago when my life got flipped turned upside down. It began with a tragic accident and snowballed from there, leaving both sides of my family sad and without our beloved patriarchs. But I have to say we all put on our big girl panties and did the best darn job we could without them. Things changed, they had to, and some change was good. Some things just got different, different in a way that was, well, different.

Let's fast forward a bit, get over that teary little bit... After a lot of hemming and hawing I decided that I should take over a family business, a restaurant. I had worked there for years with my in-laws and was pretty used to the life of a restaurateur, so I thought. When my mother in law was ready to finally rest her feet for a while and hang up the ol' apron, I thought, why not!? I can do this, I can run this by myself! Pfffft! Let me tell you why not! If you are running a restaurant by yourself, kiss your child goodbye, 'cause they probably won't see you until they are old enough to work for you. Take back that giant, foam finger that cheers your child on at sporting events, you won't get there, you have to work. Oh, and just don't bother answering when the fam calls, 'cause they probably want you to come over for some turkey on Thanksgiving, sorry pal, you're working.

So after giving it a good go and shedding some tears at feeling like I had failed my family, I decided my child was number one. I needed my Gus time. I pulled away watching the restaurant fade away in the rear view mirror. Of course, this is my poetic solilquay for the restaurant sold. (See, my creative liberties are much more entertaining)

After a summer of trying to think what do I want to do when I grow up, a great summer by the way, full of family and friends, I made a decision... I was going to open yet another business. (You can shake your head and roll your eyes now, I will pretend I don't know what you are thinking)

To my credit, I see Gus much more. Unfortunately most of that time he is with me at work. He's the only 8 year old with a full time job that I know. This kid's resume is going to be phenomenal.

Gus and I have discussed selling all our wordly goods and investing in a caravan. If Gypsies, can do it (and have more than one reality tv show about their lives) why can't we? We would make for some good tv too. My Big Fat Gypsy Greek Son sorta has a nice ring to it. We would just park in the lot at 392 Main Street North. Who knows, it could be fun. Gus has always said, since he was potty training, that we should sell our jeep and get an RV, that way we don't have to pull over to pee. I see his point now. I could slip up for a nap throughout the day, rig my rig to alert me when someone was going into the studio... but alas, this is just a delusion. Let's get realistic here. They likely won't make a show based on my life so let's give up this pipe dream now. Time to get serious.

Fast forward to today... I am packing it in yet again. I think I am done being the boss for a while. (Yes, you read that right, I am done being the boss. But let's be clear, I never said I was done being bossy!) I am ready to work for someone else. I want to be the one that calls in sick and not the one that gets called when someone is sick. (For any prospective employers that may be reading this... that was just used as yet another creative liberty, I obviously would NEVER actually call in sick, that's just for babies)

So, in case you haven't heard through our little Mount Forest grapevine, I sold the studio and come October I will pull away watching as she fades away in rear view mirror.

Now, don't worry you will have a fab new owner and all will be good in the studio, but my bright eyed and bushy tailed self won't be here to greet you. Wipe those tears, it's ok you can always catch up with me here!... and if you own a business, call me! I need a job.

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