Lucky Tie*
I am not a gambler. I am not a risk taker. I hate surprises (unless they are really, really good ones – which how are you going to know that AND make it a surprise??). I like knowing, predictability, having an exact idea of what to expect. In other words, I’m really boring.
So when my husband leaves the company we’ve both been with for over ten years to go to a start-up, you can imagine my complete panic. What if? What about? But? Well? How? Oh god, talk me down people. Talk me down.
I am excited. I am terrified. Either way, I support him 100%. This is a big deal for him. It’s something he’s wanted for a really long time. It puts him in exactly the direction he wants to go and is an amazing step for his career. I know, you’re waiting for the “but.” But there isn’t one. This simply is a great move for him.
For me? Oh hell. There are so many things I worry about. So many scenarios playing out in my head of how this could be a bad, bad thing. But that’s me, the eternal pessimist. If it can go wrong, it so totally will. Of course, I don’t dwell on those. Which is something I would normally do. I’m seeing the good here, the potential, the fact that it really is a move in the right direction. But there is still that part of me, the part that hates change, the what if it goes horribly wrong part, the part that wonders what will happen and desperately hates not knowing. I’m trying to shove a sock in her mouth so she’ll just shut the hell up. Because really? This is exactly what he needs. And he deserves it. And will probably be even better for *us*. I just hope he likes it. And they like him. (Though I’ve come to learn that once you get to know him, it’s impossible to not. So not really sure what I’m worried about.)
*He actually caved and bought a suit for the interview. When paying for everything, the $95 dollar tie incorrectly rang as $19. The manager let it go so the salesperson dubbed it the “lucky tie.” He really wanted the job. Looks like it was pretty lucky after all.