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a sigh of relief

so we decided at work today that i am not going to vegas next month, and you want to know something? i am more relieved than i could have imagined.

i was talking to my boss about the logistics of the trip - very specific flight requirements, since i have to get back for a friend's wedding, etc. - and she asked if i thought we were forcing it too much. both she and my other coworker are unavailable to attend the conference, so it fell to me, but really i'm only marginally available myself. and ultimately we decided that the topics being covered will also be covered at another conference she's attending this year, so we weren't losing out too much.

i have been storing up milk and preparing, and trying to be ready. and i would have gone and enjoyed the conference and probably learned a lot. but now that i know i am not going, i feel like a giant weight has been lifted off of me.

and the best part? instead, i am probably going to attend a marketing management school in san diego in may. i'll be gone for longer, but it looks like my husband and john may be able to join me. john will be two months older, which makes it easier if i do have to leave him at home. but most likely, we will go to san diego for my monday through friday classes, then spend the weekend in phoenix visiting some friends we haven't seen in ages, and checking on the rental property we have there.

so it really feels like i'm winning on all fronts. the school i will be attending is the first of a three-step school, including some opportunities for certification as a credit union marketer. it will be a great professional step for me. and i will be able to balance my family as well, and get to visit our old stomping grounds in phoenix. and my boss understands the balance i am striving for and is my biggest advocate for that, which is pretty awesome.

so now, i am going to go spend a low-key evening with my family and enjoy the fact that i don't have an impending 3-day absence. :) :) :)
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