I don't usually rant on here about my wife, but I can imagine others have experienced this.
I'm one of those. A homebrewer with big dreams. I've wanted to open a brewery since my first boil. I've been at it for four years now, refining recipes, researching, etc. While I love brewing for myself, I want to share it and I want to be the guy that guys like me search out at fests. This hobby is a culmination of all of my interests wrapped in the nice bow of beer at the end of the day. Beer, technology, chemistry, biology, tinkering, building. It's all there. It's perfect. I'm serious about it in a way that many homebrewers are not. I'm going to make this happen.
Anyway, in the last few months I've met my crew, each one in a weirdly ethereal happenstance sort of way. Like it was meant to be. I've got marketing, graphics, and sales covered. Each by experts who are friends and ready to make the plunge. I have support from everyone I know and meet and I know my beer is good. Our brand is cool, everything is cool, and until last night my wife was cool. She's been supportive and has been bragging about this brewery. But, the big but, she wants to start a bakery. Apparently she has been holding back her jealousy. We're sitting there eating and drinking great beer from a neat little place and I tell her how much better it would be to start a pub. No revenue loss to distributors and retailers and she could manage the front of house. She has a decades worth of experience in that and would love to do it. I know it. She begins telling me I'm being too intense about the whole thing and not thinking of my family. She has no interest in hearing about the brewery anymore. That I'd leave my kids yearning for attention and she won't get to do what she wants. She goes into this usual tyraid about how she left school to be with me and she's never been able to go back. In many more wife words than one, she was telling me she's not really into letting this happen. She would rather I maintain the course of over paid cubicle jobs for the rest of my life, answering to corporate execs, clinging desperately to any small morsel of enjoyment I can find in crunching crappy code each day. I tried to explain how proud I was of my parents for running their own business when I was young and how even if I didn't see them as much as I could have, it was a huge influence on my life to watch them succeed. She wasn't buying it. Needless to say, I've put my dreams on hold until further notice. I have the crew coming over tonight to brew and I'm barely feeling it. I started in on the Beer School book and I can't stand to read more. Just looking at a beer is making me sullen. All the wind has been taken out of my sails. I don't know what to ask about, I'm just ranting. It's just bugging me that of all the for support I've been getting, it all comes down to one person. It all comes down to wife support.
I'm one of those. A homebrewer with big dreams. I've wanted to open a brewery since my first boil. I've been at it for four years now, refining recipes, researching, etc. While I love brewing for myself, I want to share it and I want to be the guy that guys like me search out at fests. This hobby is a culmination of all of my interests wrapped in the nice bow of beer at the end of the day. Beer, technology, chemistry, biology, tinkering, building. It's all there. It's perfect. I'm serious about it in a way that many homebrewers are not. I'm going to make this happen.
Anyway, in the last few months I've met my crew, each one in a weirdly ethereal happenstance sort of way. Like it was meant to be. I've got marketing, graphics, and sales covered. Each by experts who are friends and ready to make the plunge. I have support from everyone I know and meet and I know my beer is good. Our brand is cool, everything is cool, and until last night my wife was cool. She's been supportive and has been bragging about this brewery. But, the big but, she wants to start a bakery. Apparently she has been holding back her jealousy. We're sitting there eating and drinking great beer from a neat little place and I tell her how much better it would be to start a pub. No revenue loss to distributors and retailers and she could manage the front of house. She has a decades worth of experience in that and would love to do it. I know it. She begins telling me I'm being too intense about the whole thing and not thinking of my family. She has no interest in hearing about the brewery anymore. That I'd leave my kids yearning for attention and she won't get to do what she wants. She goes into this usual tyraid about how she left school to be with me and she's never been able to go back. In many more wife words than one, she was telling me she's not really into letting this happen. She would rather I maintain the course of over paid cubicle jobs for the rest of my life, answering to corporate execs, clinging desperately to any small morsel of enjoyment I can find in crunching crappy code each day. I tried to explain how proud I was of my parents for running their own business when I was young and how even if I didn't see them as much as I could have, it was a huge influence on my life to watch them succeed. She wasn't buying it. Needless to say, I've put my dreams on hold until further notice. I have the crew coming over tonight to brew and I'm barely feeling it. I started in on the Beer School book and I can't stand to read more. Just looking at a beer is making me sullen. All the wind has been taken out of my sails. I don't know what to ask about, I'm just ranting. It's just bugging me that of all the for support I've been getting, it all comes down to one person. It all comes down to wife support.