I started this post a week ago when I thought I would be unloading my condo in a hurry, for less than I wanted. After thinking it over my answer was "no to the uh to the no no no." A week later I am enjoying the afterglow of accepting a better offer, for more money, and a less stressful time frame. Life is good.
Zoe is having anxiety. I tried telling her what Ann said about trying to turn it around and call it "excited" instead. I tried to reassure her that I've got this. But I have to put myself in her shoes and see that it took me 41 years to get brave enough to move away from my home town. I cant imagine how scared I would've been at her age to be starting over in a new town, new school. Hopefully this won't traumatize her, but rather inspire her to take risks when she's an adult.
Back to me. I'm ready. Last night I gave myself a night off to just bask in gratitude. Today I begin the process of eliminating all the stuff. Before I was married I had so little stuff, I used a Corolla to move to my first apartment in the city. A few keepsakes and a cat. I've amassed so many heavy furniture pieces, hand me downs. Even after dumping so much stuff while moving out of my marital home, I ended up with piles of junk. Turn it into cash or squeeze it into the dumpster, that's my job for the next 7 weeks.
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