Much like an author tears their hero down, down, down to make their triumph more dramatic... our life seems to be preparing us for something great. Something spectacular. Because we keep getting torn down.
First off, our land deal fell through. Would have been nice to have the money in the bank, but it wouldn't appraise for the price we agreed on and we've reached our limit with losing money on it, so we will keep it for $65/year in taxes.
Also, after three months of no work and little communication from Tempest, last week Mike got a call to go back to work. I was feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks because we would finally have money coming in again, and we desperately need it. But instead of instructions on where to go, this morning he was laid off instead.
There are so many irons in the fire right now, we just need one of them to come through.
I can't deal with this for much longer. I've stepped out of my comfort zone a lot recently, and on the whole it hasn't been bad, but these last few months have tested me. I don't like having to ask people for things, and I appreciate everyone who has helped us out and taken us in, but it's no way to live and I need to feel independent again. I feel like us starting our business is the answer but then the money issue rears its head again. Creditors used to throw money at me, but not so anymore. We're overloaded and I'm afraid it will stop us from getting the loans we need. And there has to be money coming in in the meantime because even when everything falls into place, it would still be 6-8 months before we could open. You see my frustration? I feel like we have an out but the road is blocked. Once again... trapped.
I don't have anything good to say right now so I'm just going to shut up until the feeling passes.
