OK folks...time to do some redefining. Or I at least need to remind myself what my definition was in the beginning, because y'all, it's been a rough few days.
I'm not going to lie, I thought buying a house would be a magic happy pill. It hasn't been so far, but only because I get so caught up in the tiny little things that go wrong - the flies in the ointment, as my grandmother would say. Last night when I was too nervous to sleep and I was trying to distract myself from imagining people crawling around under my house knocking stuff over (and, y'all, it was probably MY DAD that did it when we were down in there on Saturday!) I had a lightbulb moment.
The problems that I had going on before I bought this house and moved in it are STILL THERE. Moving isn't going to change my heart. I have been so caught up in what hasn't gone right and who doesn't seem to care that I've overlooked all the good things and the people who HAVE been there and DO care. Not to mention the single most important part - I bought a house!? ME? The person who can't remember what she had for lunch yesterday, kills houseplants, forgets to lock herself in at night, and has gone to the gym without shoes before is responsible enough to buy a HOUSE? (By the way, there is only ONE KEY to my entire house and it's a weird size that they can't copy at Lowe's...I am terrified of losing it. Changing the locks needs to be higher on the to do list)
Sure I have crappy things in my life, but who doesn't? I can always find things to complain about, but I can also find many more blessings if I take a minute to breathe before I react. And a little chocolate, a few texts to a reliable friend or two, and some happy background music (or Star Wars for the millionth time) go a long way :-)
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