I hit a wall immediately after Christmas. I'd even been prowling after my clients in order to have bookings lined up to pay for our post Christmas holiday. I'd sent a plethora of text messages and I'd wooed them via email. Then, I had a monumental argument with my husband that was one of those that just went on for so long, I forgot my initial premise. Was our problem money? Was my problem that my insides lurched at the thought of conducting another session? The answer was 'yes'. So, we made up and I quit my job.
Obviously, it was on the cards in any case. But, I wasn't planning to do it in such a poorly planned fashion. Perhaps it was ill advised. We are now broke. But, I changed my number and everything. It is done.
I now have less of a need to be so secretive about who I am. So, I thought it timely to tell the whole sordid tale. Perhaps it will be of interest to someone out there. But, at least it will no longer just be swimming about inside little old me.
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