Our house is still on the market. It makes me be all tidy and make the bed every morning. Bright side?
We’ve had lots of showings. Looooots of showings. A full price offer came in, but then they were all ”LOL/JK.” So that was neat. Another family who came through decided it wasn’t good enough to just not buy the house. They needed to leave some scalding feedback about everything they hated.
Here’s the deal. We built this house for US. To live in forever. Not to sell six months later. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea because it’s our cup of tea.
This process is hard enough, you know? And like a very wise girl told me “Just because others may be fighting tougher battles than you doesn’t mean that the crossroads you and D find yourself in aren’t hard and difficult to face.”
It got me to thinking. We’re all facing battles. All the time.
I’m trying to be more present, right? And enjoy my gifts? Sounds a little selfish on the back end. Soooooo…. I’m adding a third meaning. A trifecta, because I run deep as the lyrics of a Taylor Swift song. I want to be more of a present, a gift, to those around me too. We’re all facing hard battles. What if I could ease someone elses load, however slight, rather than tear them down and call their finishes cheap when they’re already struggling? What then?
I aim to find out, with at least one conscious, thought out, outward kindness every day.
D requested I begin with him so I fished his misplaced wedding ring out of the dryer and gave his rear end a nice slap.
It’s a start.
Now to the real nitty-gritty of this post. Who else thinks Daniel Day-Lewis is a complete bad a**? We found ourselves on a kidless date last weekend and went to see Lincoln.
You guys. Go see Lincoln, even if you are late and forced to sit on the second row.
PS – You caught the irony and sarcasm about the Taylor Swift song, right?