As hazily anticipated, this trip is prompting some contemplation about my future life. Previous long term holidays have resulted in decisions to complete my degree, and to return home to marry P, who by his absence revealed himself to be Mr Right.
At present my thoughts hinge around a possible return to the workforce. This was initially prompted by my financial fears as this trip is costing *way* more than I ever thought it would, and the only solution I could see was to return to Perth and get cracking earning some money. I raised this with P in the context of perhaps I should enrol to finish my MBA and look for some type of professional employment. To my surprise P was quite positive about this, as his own ponderings had led him to think that *he* might like a change, and some house husbandry is very appealing.
Since then, I’ve returned to thinking that maybe I should take a wild chance and instead study to be a yoga teacher. This woud be a far more scary option, as I don’t know if I could do it, plus it doesn’t come with the same financial security as the first option. Importantly, this also narrows P’s choices as he would then be required to have a steady income which was supplemented by me, rather than the other way around. And he has already diligently supported the family for six years.
In some ways it’s like a choice between two completely different lifestyles. To return to professional employment eases my financial fears, and also probably my ’educational fears’, in that it is much more likely that my kids will go to school (so I outsource the responsibility) as that would be the 9 – 5 type lifestyle that the family would have – as I don’t know how confident P would be to continue to be the parent responsible for home ed, as the kids got older.
The second choice means I am out of my comfort zone, doing something I haven’t done before and committing to a way of life that doesn’t offer me the same financial security or educational “options”. In particular, if I had a job that required me to work early mornings and/or evenings, I would be really unlikely to send my kids to school - as then I’d never see them!
Of course the other option is P’s preferred choice which is to go bush somewhere, and thereby release ourselves from the need to pay for shelter in the (expensive) Perth metro area. Sigh – we already tried to downsize once and that turned out to be a disaster.
P has no family in Perth (not that he seems to consider them a factor anyway) and feels confident that he can make friends in a new place. I wish I had that confidence. I know I can meet new people - but will they be soul mates?? I feel like a weirdo already… if I didn’t have some people around to make me realise that I’m not completely alone I would find life a lot harder…. and after almost 40 years, I’ve realised that soul mates are not easily found. You have to really cherish the ones you’ve got.
I’ve also been playing a mindgame with myself, whereby I “give” P the next five years and he sets the agenda and makes all the decisions for the family (testing my attachment to control, and opening myself to participating in an adventure not of my own making – as per previous post). You have no idea the anxiety this exercise produces in me! When I mentioned this to P, he thought this was funny – I’d either be pissed off that “nothing was happening” or pissed off that something *was* happening – that I didn’t want. Arrgghh – why do I have a life partner that can shoot so accurately?
In the meantime we muddle along. That reference to “40 years” does give me a sense of urgency though. T was worried the other day that he didn’t know what he was going to be when he grows up. I advised that I didn’t either – but at least he has time on his side.