It’s November (OMG!), and I just realized I only did one blog post last month. I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to you all. Last month was busy and over before I realized it. So many wonderful things keep happening around what I am doing in my career, including new clients, referrals, my wonderful returning clients without whom I wouldn’t have what I have today. Things are going swimmingly, and I truly cannot explain how grateful I am or how rewarded I feel. However, in the course of all my success, I failed to recognize that the other member in my family was not reaping rewards from all of his efforts.
In addition to keeping my clients happy, I forgot along the way that the man in my life needs attention as well. Since I'm only halfway into my second year into my marriage, I am still getting used to the fact that although it’s great that I'm an independent person, I have someone who depends on me everyday. My dear and supportive husband came to a rock and a hard place with his career this month. Lengthy conversations were needed to help make a decision that would make our future together brighter as far as our careers and financial stability go.
My husband is a high school teacher and is also a varsity football coach, head coach actually. Factors that are beyond his control have been forcing him to consider applying and possibly accepting a job not only at another school, but in another district. He needed to hear from me that this was not only OK, but was I on board if we needed to move?
The conversation of moving was not a new one, I am pretty adamant about not moving and with the way teaching jobs go in this state you have to be flexible. Not only is my livelihood here, but so are my family and my friends. I needed him to be aware that if we moved I would have a loss in income and would probably be commuting back to Sacramento frequently to see my family and friends and to work. It is difficult in this industry to move to a new town when you have an established clientele elsewhere. I am not saying it can’t be done; many have successfully done it, but I am not prepared or ready to make that change.
We managed to agree that anything farther away then an hour might put us into a position to rent our condo out and move him into an apartment, with me living with him on the weekends and working in Sacramento during the week. Not ideal, but doable. He agreed with me that it wasn’t fair for me to have to start all over again when my business is really starting to take off. We had even been starting to have conversations of me expanding my business and turning my one-woman operation into the spa I've always dreamed of.
When he began looking at his options and seeing what jobs were available in the greater Sacramento area, he had better opportunities then he first realized. Moving even became a moot point last week when a job in a neighboring district came calling requesting his application and telling him he was already at the top of a short list. We both will now have a 25-minute commute in completely opposite directions, but at least when we come at night we will have each other.
—Karyn, Body Skin and Nails by Karyn, Roseville, Calif.