Wednesday, January 26, 2022

6 months = 184 days

It has been six months, today, that our family was on the camping trip in Burlington, Vermont when I had what I thought would be a non-eventful call with my prior manager, Kurt, and new manager, Jeff.   The title of the meeting that they had set up the prior week, was benignly dubbed "Assessment Results."  I had no idea what exactly that meant ... but after 20 years with the company, I had participated in and led many assessments, so naively figured this Monday morning call would be no different.   

When I logged on to the 10:00 Zoom call from Quarantinny, everyone was outside - with the exception of Carolyn, who was sitting across the table from me, working on her math.  In my typical self, I was happy and shared news about the beautiful place we were visiting - how we were taking the kids to tour UVM later that day - how we would be leaving and driving back to Texas, by way of Niagara Falls, either that afternoon or tomorrow morning, because the kids started school in less than two weeks.   

It immediately struck me how solemn they were on the the call.  These are people I talk to every single week and have known for years.  And yet, in extremely atypical fashion, there was no friendly banter, not even a smile.  Kurt took a deep breath and launched in to a message that within a matter of seconds, would alter our course in life, forever.  Despite what had been my best technical performance year, and with no prior notice or any warning signs that things were amiss, for the first time ever, I had been placed in the bottom rank group because I purportedly put too much "pressure" on others, and my career with the company was suddenly in jeopardy.   

Just like that it happened.  


I've written before about what transpired next, following the most intense professional gut punch I've ever received in my life.  Turning my camera and microphone off until I could find my breath again, while the managers asked if I was still there or had been disconnected from the call.   The feeling of disbelief, shame, and extreme fury that settled over me in one moment; was followed by extreme clarity that washed over me next, when I instantly recognized that the path forward, albeit a tough one, was crystal clear. Carolyn stared at me with a look of concern as I absolutely lambasted management for tolerating proverbially can-kicking.  I put pressure on others because I am a doer ... I actually get things done and push others to deliver.  

How else does one function with four children born in 2.5 years?

Despite the option to remain and attempt to "redeem" myself, before the call ended, I had silently concluded to myself that I would take the severance and resign from the company.  So many thoughts flooded my brain ... first and foremost, our family - and the children who were starting their critical junior year of high school.  In not too far of a second spot, the realization that all of my efforts and extremely hard work were not valued.  

No. None of this would work for my family. 

No. None of this would work for me; I deserve so much better. 

By the time I got off the phone and alerted the family, I was feeling resolute and hoped that they would agree with my decision.  But the wave of transparency and clarity about making the decision, was quickly replaced by the most intense anxiety and anguish that I've ever experienced for the next SEVERAL months.  One moment you're surfing the wave of life and feeling like you're on top of the world, safely protected in God's hands ... and the next minute, you're thrown to the bottom of the ocean and relentlessly pounded by the surf.  Intense currents whip you about, sand and shells blast your face and body, you can't breathe - you can't see - you fear for your life and those that you love, as your surf board knocks you in the head, and a jelly fish stings you for good measure. You arise to the surface, tangled in kelp, only to realize that your bathing suit is gone. Snagged on coral that ripped your flesh, made you bleed, and Great White sharks are now on their way to eat you whole. 

We'd have to find a place to settle down. Vermont? South Carolina? California? Colorado?  Wisconsin?  WHERE TO WE WANT TO BE??  While this sounds like a dreamy thought to consider - when you have but a moment to make the decision that will impact where your children go to school, graduate, potentially start college and launch their adult lives...  it is paralyzing. 

We looked around - liked what we saw - did some quick calculations - and decided we'd stay right there in Burlington. I'm outwardly smiling in this photo, but crippled inside. 

For the sake of brevity and to not regurgitate everything I've written about over the past six months, here's a punch list of what has actually transpired the past 184 days: 

  • We found a rental house and signed a lease within three days.
  • We hired our dear friend, Claire, to list our house within four days. 
  • We found an orthodontist, church, and the first of what would be three scout troops within five days.
  • We registered the children in a new school in Vermont within a week; the same week - Elizabeth went to a XC running camp with her new team.  
  • I posted on Facebook that we'd moved to Burlington and several of my ExxonMobil colleagues, including many who expected to see me back in Texas, commented "WHAT?" 
  • We celebrated our 27 year wedding anniversary and I gave ABUNDANT thanks for the man I'd married who never wavered in his commitment (okay, only twice) to see this thing through. 

  • I resigned from a job that I had treasured and thought was the pinnacle of my professional career.
  • I updated my resume for the first time in 25 years. (It was really hard!)  
  • Charlie took the first of what would be three trips to Texas to coordinate our move to Vermont. 
  • The children started their school year from a campground / tent the third week of August.
  • Carolyn decided that this new environment was the perfect place for her introverted self to bloom, so she ran for student council ... and won; two weeks after school started.  
  • William and Henry started rock climbing. 
  • Elizabeth excelled in cross country and would have gone to the state championships, if not for a broken foot.   


  • Carolyn found a rowing club and got out on the water with a group of elite coaches.
  • After camping for more than 13 weeks, we moved in to a rental house in the middle of September, and slept on the floor in sleeping bags for another eight weeks until our belongings arrived. 
  • William and Elizabeth earned their Eagle Scouts.  
  • We recognized who our true friends are in life - those that showed up and consistently supported us with their phone calls and prayers; and we met so many wonderful new friends along the way. 
  • William and Elizabeth applied for, interviewed, and got their first (totally awesome) jobs.
  • We opened Roth's for the kids because the importance of saving early, cannot be overstated.  
  • We sold our Texas house. 
  • Despite an insane real estate market with virtually zero inventory, we found what would turn out to be the absolutely perfect home with gorgeous gardens for our family; made an offer and moved in the week before Thanksgiving; unpacking the box with the turkey baster in the nick of time. 


  • We thankfully were able to get out of our one-year lease on the rental after only 2.5 months.
  • William gave a presentation to his school on how we arrived in Vermont, how he knows something big is about to happen when he finds me with my Bible first thing in the morning, and why I'm his role model about working hard and living life to the fullest.  
  • I was recruited by a few companies that I'd worked with during my time at ExxonMobil, and gratefully accepted an offer to work 30 hours a week (just enough to secure benefits!) from a cozy home office in Vermont, with a brilliant group of industry-leading scientists that are located out of Boston.  
  • We go skiing at least 2-3 times a week at local mountains: William and Carolyn are on the high school alpine ski team;  Elizabeth and Henry are snowboarding.  
  • Elizabeth and Carolyn are actively participating in indoor track and field events, and both girls are currently ranked in the top ten for several state events.
  • William and Henry are both taking French and will be our guides on an upcoming trip to Montreal; William is also in his third year of German and is excitedly planning to be an exchange student to Berlin in the spring of 2023. 
  • We are working with the local rotary club to start a new girls BSA troop in the area. 
  • Carolyn additionally joined the school choir and landed a part in a school production.
  • We are looking at multiple universities throughout the northeast and Canada. 
  • Despite some academic struggles in Texas, all four kids are thriving in their new school - have made wonderful friends - are receiving great grades - and are happier than I imagined possible seeing as they all have to share a bathroom.  (Beats a tent, they say!)   
  • Because of the relatively close proximity, my sister, Beth, drove up from Massachusetts for a visit; and we have friends from Texas lined up to come visit us and go skiing for the next several months. 


  • Henry and Carolyn are working with a nearby horticulture group to complete their Eagle Scout projects, so we may have four Court of Honors this year.  
  • We were introduced to a State Senator and she has asked if we would like to visit the capital in Montpelier to have our Eagle Scouts recognized by the Vermont Congress. 
  • Charlie's business has expanded from clients in California, to clients also in Nevada. Yay!
  • Ollie frolics in the snow, never wants to come inside, and I think might be part polar bear. 


When this course was set in motion, I couldn't help but think "What a great teaching moment this will be for the kids!"  Specifically, the importance of having a good education and work experience so that you are employable, the savings / financial security to launch this kind of life change; and the ability to walk away from anything ... at any time ... if you feel that by staying it will cause you or those you love, harm.  This transition has been extremely transformative for our family to experience, first hand. 

But it was EXTREMELY challenging.   In September, I wrote a blog post wherein I begged that God please do us a solid.  In that post, I wrote, 

"[This] will hopefully be something I look back on one day soon and say, "Yep, that was a really rough time, but wow - this grind was worth it, thank you GOD."  
This has been a really tough grind, there have been so many obstacles and moments that in normal times, would be a disturbance, but in my raw state - were debilitating.  When the first contract on the house in Texas fell through, I couldn't eat for three days. When there was a gun scare at the children's school, I couldn't sleep for a week.  I worried incessantly about money and benefits, and would find myself in a doo-loop second guessing our decision - unable to keep my eyes fixed on the horizon; worried instead about the terrifying black diamond in front of me.

It has made me keenly aware of what is important: Charlie and the kids are my rock and inspiration.  So, too, is my faith that would propel me forward every day believing that indeed, the universe is unfolding as it should and God's fingerprints have been all over this move ... especially when I take the time to reflect and give thanks.  It's safe to say, from this vantage point, our prayers have innumerably been answered and I can look back and say, YES, the grind was most definitely worth it ... Thank you, GOD.   

Life is so beautiful and so good, if you have the clarity to know what you want; the courage to listen to your heart; the endurance to work hard; the patience to take it one step at a time; and the support of your tribe.  Also, don't forget to keep faith, count your blessings, and smile.  


And if you live in northern Vermont, a good hat also really helps.  

Thursday, January 06, 2022

gracie's simple request

As I was scrolling through my email yesterday, looking for an old photograph, I stumbled upon this letter that Carolyn wrote to me last January.  One year ago.  The date stamp is on the email.  At the time, I'd forwarded the note to my mother, with the comment, "Ha! Well, it looks like Gracie wants to move ... the last time she wrote a letter to me this compelling, we bought her a puppy!" 

Perhaps, this may just be more proof that it is no coincidence we were in Vermont when I received the phone call and our family, unanimously, made the decision to take a new road.  While I'm not entirely sure where she came up with the $60K in taxes, she was spot-on that all it required was a A LEAP OF FAITH AND A CHECK AND A SNOWSUIT.  

Little did she know at the time, her wish would be granted. Although, she NEVER expected that she'd be starting the new school year in Vermont from a tent.   


If didn't know better, I'd think she has some truly divine connections.  That said: I'm drawing the line at ponies.  WE WILL NOT BE BUYING A PONY.  (At least, I don't think so!)

********

From: Carolyn
Subject: Vermont...
Date: January 21, 2021 at 4:32:12 PM EST
To: Jennifer

Hello Mom, this is Gracie.
I have information on Green Mountain Union High school!
1) Only 318 students, through the 7th and 12th grade... it would be bumped up to 322 if we move there.... just saying!
2) The school itself and its students are actually pretty smart, and has a 80% graduation rate. 
3) THEY HAVE A ALPINE SKIING TEAM OH MY GOD
4) I could start a Rowing team!!!! Yay!
5) Did I mention they have 322 stud- oh whoops sorry I mean 318... :)
6) In Vermont, it snows! And the leaves ACTUALLY fall off the trees.. and speaking of trees there are probably amazing Christmas trees!
7) We would be closer to family. By a couple thousand miles!
8) Average taxes are about 16,000 dollars a year (Including Income tax, Sales tax, Fuel Tax, and Property tax. Not counting water and gas bill. But it would be a lot better instead of... what was it?... 60,000 dollars a YEAR IN TAXES?!?!?!?!?!) 
9) The land is beautiful... we could build a little house! With a Pony!! (Sorry got carried away)
10) Mom, I hate to be aggressively honest with you, but you are about to turn 50. And dad is going to be 54. (Or 55...) If you want to enjoy your fleeting youth as a healthy, mobile Adult with two working legs, feet, arms, hands, and your brain is as sharp as ever, why waste your years in regret? ALL IT REQUIRES IS A LEAP OF FAITH AND A CHECK AND A SNOWSUIT. 
11) And a little unknown fact about me, I've always wanted to move to another state in highschool, and highschool is coming to an end! QUICKLY! I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME MAKE HASTE LADY. 

In the end (About 40 years) , it's all up to you. And dad, but you wear the pants in the family. Luv you! No pressure

Wednesday, January 05, 2022

i ski, you ski, we all ski ... whee!!!

One of the best things about living in northern Vermont, is the proximity to epic skiing.

Within an hour of our house, there are multiple ski areas.  When we made our abrupt decision this summer that we were never going back to Texas, one of the first things we did - after finding a church, rental, and enrolling our children in school - is purchase annual ski passes at a ski resort 25 minutes from our house, at a significantly discounted rate.  

Significantly as in - the cost of the pass is approximately what we'd typically spend on three days of skiing in New Mexico or Colorado.   We also gave Liz and Henry the OK to try out snowboarding, which I'd never agreed to, before.  Because ... I've heard it takes days to get the hang of it, I didn't want to waste our precious few days of skiing (on the rare occasion of when we could go) with kids frustratedly flopping around the mountain, unable to ride.  Now that they can go several times a week, the pressure is OFF and, they have friends who also snowboard and can teach them.   

Remarkably, certain children actually enjoy being on the mountain more than playing video games! 

It's true and an answer to my prayers!

Although the ski season opened up a few weeks ago, we got out for the first time, this past Monday, the last week of December.   While the girls were at a track and field meet all day, Charlie - William - Henry and I went skiing.  I must admit, I did feel a little guilty telling the girls that I'd miss seeing them compete, but they understood that if given the choice of watching them race for two minutes and throw a shot put for 30 seconds, and then hang out for the next six hours .... versus ski all day.  

Well....  

They can tell us allll about it at dinner.   

The following day, on Tuesday, the whole family, minus me who stayed home to work (separate blog post, I've started a wonderful new job!) went skiing.  The whole family went night skiing on Wednesday.  

And on Thursday, after Charlie and I went in for our COVID boosters ... I took the girls night skiing, again, before the side effects of the booster hit me.  

Because that's what a passionate really wants to be an expert, but is a pretty solid intermediate snow-starved skier does - they ski at every possible opportunity.  Then I came home, showered, and 12 hours on the dot from the shot, experienced a sensation very much like that feeling when you're standing at the top of a double black diamond mogul run wondering why exactly did I do this to myself?   

We didn't ski on Friday or Saturday, because we were completely incapacitated with headaches, body aches, and chills.  We didn't make it on Sunday, either, because the lifts shut down at 4, and we weren't ready to leave until 3.  Although we're close, we have a four-run minimum rule. If you can't get in at least four runs, save yourself the trip.  

We've already been back on the mountain this week, twice, and are planning to go again, tomorrow and for most of the day on Saturday.  Meanwhile, William and Carolyn have joined the Alpine Ski Team at their high school, and are up at a different mountain several times a week.  Henry will be joining the Snowboard team at his school, so will hopefully have some tricks he can teach his sister. Who, for reasons that have always eluded me, finds joy and insists on running as fast as she can, every chance she gets.

it's mostly awe - and a whole lot of of pride in these kids.   

So, it's kind of a dream to work all day and then once the kids come home from school and grab a quick snack - throw on ski pants and a jacket - hop in the car and slap on boots, skis, and hit the slopes.  

Pinch me. Is this real?? 

Pretty much everything about Vermont is a dream come true. 

Saturday, January 01, 2022

¡feliz año nuevo!

NOTE: The photos in this post are in no way related to Mexico; I'm not sure I've ever seen photos of that trip. These are a few pictures from our new home and environs - which we are loving; Vermont is absolutely perfect in every way.

Not sure I've ever written about it, but one of our best new year's memories, was the year Charlie and I went to Mexico with my Dad and his wife at the time, Gail.  Dad and Gail came to visit us in San Diego, and on a whim, we put our two dogs, Monty and Molly,  in a kennel and drove south of the border to Ensenada for a couple of days.   


What I remember the most about our experience, was being out late at night - dancing and laughing - and having so much fun on New Year's Eve. We didn't know anybody - couldn't speak any Spanish - but were making friends everywhere we went: at the hotel, at the restaurant, just walking down the street.  

We'd ask strangers where they'd suggest we visit during our time in town, and they would personally escort us to all the different places that they thought were worth a visit.  We were intentional about having fun and we did! We ate - we drank - we danced - we laughed with our new friends in Mexico and we had an absolute blast.  

At one point, all the people around us started to count, "Cinco ... Cuatro ... Tres ... Dos ... Uno ..." and then the entire restaurant / bar / dance hall shouted, "FELIZ AÑO NUEVO!!"  And the four of us fell in to hysterics because while it didn't dawn on us in the moment, we quickly caught on that they were counting backwards ... five, four three, two, one - happy new year... in española! 

Another memory of that trip, after Gail fell backwards in to an oversized plant pot because her legs were so tired from dancing and she may or may not have had too much tequila, was the four of us making our way back to the hotel room to play cards, and realizing that we were famished. So Charlie left us, at 2 AM, to peruse the streets of Ensenada and see what he could find to eat. 

Looking back, that probably wasn't the wisest choice to send Charlie out alone, but he came back with heaping bags full of chips, salsa and street tacos and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. One: that he made it back to us. And two: that he came bearing FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD.  We never did figure out what was in those tacos, exactly ... pretty sure it was some kind of meat ... but in that moment, it was the most delicious thing we'd ever tasted and we were so darn grateful for our brave hunter and gatherer.  

The year was 1999 we partied like it.  I doubt I'll ever have a New Year celebration that matches that one; don't physically think I could handle it ... but what a fun event for the memory banks. There's such truth in Prince's lyrics: "But life is just a party and parties weren't meant to last." 

This past Thursday, Charlie and I went in for our COVID booster shots.  We both got 'em on the same day, which we never would have done a few years ago when the kids were younger.  Alas, they're older now and more capable of taking care of themselves - and us - so we thought this would be a good opportunity for our offspring to learn what it's like to care for us when we're infirmed, and scheduled the first available appointment.  No surprise, we were both totally incapacitated for almost 18 hours.   So instead of a rocking New Year's celebration, we laid around in our pajamas all day, cuddled under blankets and clutching cups of hot tea, and watched back-to-back movies. We introduced our kids to the legend that is Jackie Chan, and did less yesterday than we've done all year ... and it felt so, so good.  

Because we don't have any furniture yet, we have moved our patio furniture inside, but it looks great and is a significant upgrade from our camping chairs. We also don't have a TV upstairs yet, either, so have been pinning a white sheet up against the back wall and using our projector for the ultimate in-home theatre experience. 

At this juncture, we're so incredibly focused and happy with what we do have: Our health, our family, our faith, our new home, our sense of adventure, and this totally exciting new chapter of life which just keeps getting better - and better.  I'll close this post with a verse that I included in our annual holiday letter: 

The most important lessons we've learned this year, is to never forget your value or worth... sometimes, taking that huge leap of faith, while very frightening, can be akin to a second birth.  

Also, remember, to always breathe deeply, and give abundant thanks to the gifts from above... and the universe will continue to unfold as it should - when you fill your days with love. 

Life continues to be amazing, wonderful, and as beautiful as we believe and see it to be... it is our holiday wish that you feel all the love and good wishes we are sending to thee. 

Feliz Año Nuevo, amigos!  May you dance - love - live - and enjoy your best year, yet