Scott and I made kind of a big decision a few weeks ago.

I quit my job, and I don’t have another job lined up to replace it.  And what’s more, I’m not going to be looking for another job.  At least not right now.

This is where the fun comes into play (and the fear and the excitement).  I’m going to be doing unpaid work for a while.  I’m going to finally clean the sticky residue that’s all over the kitchen, the dark grime that covers the tub, the dog hair tumbleweeds that blow through the living room on quiet afternoons.  I’m going to finish the process of changing my name from maiden to married in about a dozen different offices.  I’m going to finally write thank you notes for our wedding presents (which we do love and use all the time).  I’m going to fix things around the house and cook dinner for my husband and play with our dog at random times of day.  I might work out more, although that one is anyone’s guess really.

And here’s the scary part.  Someday soon, when I have enough “stock” prepared, and when I’ve put things together in a presentable fashion, I’m going to start selling my paintings.  Correction: I’m going to start trying to sell my paintings.

Did you know that I paint watercolors sometimes?

Back to the important stuff.  Quitting my job was a big decision.  I/we didn’t take it lightly, and we’re both aware that there are some definite drawbacks to me not having full-time employment.  Despite that, I can’t wait for the adventures of the next few months.  I might not be a model feminist, but I guess I always knew that.  And I am grateful that I can change my mind and apply for jobs later, if that seems like a good idea.

The (I hope) good news for the sake of this blog is that I intend to fully document my new life as an unemployed wife.  You can be with me through all the agony of the Social Security office and through all the fun of starting my own mini-business.  I think there will be some good stories in there.  If not, I’ll be sure to post plenty of pictures of our dog, who is cute.