I’ve never really used this blog as a place to discuss the happenings of our lives. I’ve shared fun stories and moments but I really don’t want to turn this space into a whine zone. I have, however, discovered that we are going through some pretty intense stuff right now and maybe it would be therapeutic for me to write about it all here. The ups and downs have been tremendous and many of you are just getting let into the chaos that is our life. If you don’t want to be let in, that’s ok. Wait for the next funny moment or story. Trust me, they come to me daily. But if you’d like to hear about how I’ve dealt with the roller coaster of life with a smile and prayer and lots of chocolate, read on.
I just shared with you all that we bought a house. This house. We were all set to close last week and start construction when the bank, at the last possible moment, decided it wasn’t a good investment for them. There is too much work that needs to be done and possibly structural issues. We tried proving them wrong with inspections and the like but they were not convinced. So now, in the eleventh hour, we are starting over with a new bank. Hoping for better luck this time.
We’ve already given our notice at our apartment. We have to be out in two weeks. So that means we will move all of our belongings into storage and move into an extended stay hotel until things get worked out.
It feels as though one thing after the other has gone wrong for us. Have you ever heard that song, “If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” We’re kind of living that song. Anything that could wrong? Has.
The “why does bad things happen to good people” question is quite present in my brain. I don’t know why so much bad luck has come our way. I’d like to think that we’re being protected from something that we can’t see. There’s something better that going to come out of this. Or maybe the opposite. Maybe this is all just really bad luck, bad timing. Maybe afterwards we’ll just say, “Wow, that was rough.” and never know the why.
I keep telling myself, it could always be worse. We could be jobless, homeless, we could be facing serious health issues or death. It could be much, much worse.
These are just bumps in the road on the path of our life. Really, really, big, obnoxious bumps. I don’t know why they’re there. Ever travel on a road with those big speed bumps and you think why in the heck are these here?! But then further down the road you realize there was a good reason after all. There’s a school or a park. The speed bumps are there for your protection and the protection of others. I’m trying to see our speed bumps as just that.
Something. Some reason. SOMETHING beyond my point of view is going on here. There is something coming down the road. We need to stop, to slow down, to yield. We don’t know why. We are screaming at the bumps like it’s their fault. YOU STUPID BUMP GET OUT OF MY WAY! But soon, very soon (I hope) we’ll say, “Oh. Silly. Of course there was a bump there!” And we will go on our merry way.
For now, I’ll slow down and step back. We’ll do what we can with what we have. We’ll push for what we want but have faith that we’ll at least get what we need. And I’m ok with that.
The contentment lesson continues. I’m gonna be one patient lady when this is over. Or certifiably insane. But definitely content. Because it could always be worse.
Right? Just say right. It really is not the best time to argue with me. 🙂