How the day I got fired turned into Freedom.

24 Mar

So I’m generally the chick that most people think has it together. I think. Or at least some people tell me that. But here’s the truth, I really don’t. Underneath my compulsion and drive and perfectionism, I’ve been really struggling with anxiety and depression. Sometimes it’s better and sometimes it’s worse throughout my life and lately it’s been horrible. I guess I’ve always felt like I’ve been upward bound in life and recently I’ve felt like I’ve been kind of stuck. I’m tied down here. I love it here and I hate it here. I know, I’m not making any sense but it’s true. I live in the absolute most beautiful place and all that is great but my career is at a screeching halt. So anyway long story short last week I got fired. First time in my life I’ve EVER been fired. I thought that might depress me more, but you know what? It didn’t. I was having a hard time actually describing how I felt when one of my friends stopped me in the midst of trying to explain my “fired story” and said “I want you to quit saying you got fired! You were freed!” and she hit the nail on the head. I’ve spent the last 11 years working in a job that I was really good at and I used to be inspired about until politics and the system beat me down. I was too scared to quit and take a risk so I wouldn’t.  How am I going to pay the bills? Good question? Time to get creative. 

Some of you may already know that we live on a developing “farmstead”. We’ve already got chickens, dairy goats, rabbits, and a few other assorted critters up our sleeves around here. We’ve got a decent sized piece of property and access to beautiful national forest from our property and views like you wouldn’t believe. So here’s my plan. Freedom has me inspired. I’ve got a little dough in my retirement account to invest in a business. We’re going to build a little RV park with horse stalls available so guests can access the forest for riding. Today just got a little crazier when I talked my husband into buying a 1960s or 1970s 40′ long Travelite camper that’s been rotting away on the nearby reservation for $100 to gut and turn into a “glamping” cabin. Yep, you got the beginning of our little resort, except right now it is sort of full of hantavirus I’m pretty sure and hubby has to figure out how to get it here… minor details. 

The bottom line is…. hold onto your hat. The adventure has only begun my friends. I’m free.


5 Responses to “How the day I got fired turned into Freedom.”

  1. JulieAnne... Virtually March 24, 2014 at 3:54 am #

    I’ll take one ticket for the ride please. You got this Sista!

  2. becky March 24, 2014 at 3:11 pm #

    Perfect! The story will unfold beautifully!

  3. Ray Nance March 25, 2014 at 3:10 pm #

    It is truly a shame that education is loosing the best educators in favor of retaining uninspired drones who do nothing more than regurgitate factoids designed to improve test scores, but not knowledge. This week, I have seen several posts regarding educators who cannot, in good conscience, continue with the current educational system. We are truly raising a generation who have no idea how to learn, and it WILL come back to bite us in the end.
    As for you, Ashley, you are the cream that rises to the top, refusing to mix in and be held down (farm analogy). You will be great! Your kids will profit from your choices here. Wishing you the best!

  4. nmcanchaser April 1, 2014 at 2:46 am #

    Thank you so much! This story actually might have a happy ending after all but I’m waiting to see if it all comes together or not the next few days- crossing my fingers! What a journey of highs and lows!


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