Who gives up a 6 figure job? Who just walks away from a job that treats you like family, that’s located a block from home? Who walks out of comfort, and steps into the unknown, with kids to feed, and bills to pay? My husband. That’s who. To say he’s burnt out is an understatement. Not of the job itself…but of the lifestyle of working for someone else. One of the things that attracted me to my husband some 16 years ago was his liberated spirit.
Even though the Federal Government owned us for a few years on Active Duty in the Army, no one really owned him, and that’s what I loved about him. He was a rebel. A unique, wild, Texan boy that did what he wanted, and lived life on the edge. Fast forward into our marriage 16 years later, and it was a completely different tale.