Change is in the Wind
>> 11 November 2009
I read /heard this joke the other day.
A guy is stranded on an island. He prays "Lord, please save me."
The next day a helicopter flies by. The pilot asks "Hey, need a lift?" The man replies "No thanks, the Lord will save me."
The next day a boat comes. The captain asks "Hey, need a ride?" The man replies "No thanks, the Lord will save me."
The next day, an airplane comes. The pilot asks "Need help?" The man replies "No thanks, the Lord will save me."
The man dies and when he sees the Lord he asks "Why didn't you save me?"
The Lord replied "I sent you a helicopter, a boat, and an airplane - what MORE did you want?"
Well, God /the universe has been sending me message after message lately- it’s time to sell my house and move into something cheaper. I’ve ignored the helicopter. I’ve ignored the boat. I’m afraid to ignore the airplane.
I pay a ridiculous amount for my mortgage. I won’t be crass and tell you how much. Perhaps this will give you an idea. I could move, get a larger/much nicer house and pay my car payment and my insurance and still not equal the amount I write on the check to the mortgage company every month.
Never mind the taxes or the property insurance or the hundred and one things that break. Or the fact I need a new central heat/air system or a new foundation or a new fence or …you get the drift.
I love my house- I do. It’s charming and wonderful and has so many small touches I lovingly picked out. When I was working EYS, Corp, I was making ridiculous money so buying a house built in the 1930’s with everything original wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities. Spending an entire six months gutting the house and re-building from stucco out was fine. But getting laid-off mid renovation was not in the plan.
I’ve been holding on for the last year and a half. Barely holding on. Why? Is it pure stubbornness? Is it because I like being able to say I’m a single mother and I own my own home? Is it that I need a physical reward for all my years of struggling? Do I need something to hold up and say…sure my husband left me before the ink was dry on our marriage certificate and it took me six years to get my bachelor’s but I must be a success because I own my home?
Probably all of those things together plus a touch of keeping up with the Jones’.
It’s time- time to make a change.
1 comments:
That's a hard decision to make. We get so attached to our things, especially our homes that it's hard to be sensible at times and let go. Good luck finding and creating a new home...you can do it!
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