Nine and a Half Days
I’ve made some really big decisions in the last few months. Decisions that will impact my life for a long time to come. I consulted experts about my options, but they have no crystal ball or special knowledge of the future. When push comes to shove, there are no guarantees. Anything can happen.
So when the time came for me to decide, I did something unusual for me. I followed my gut. Instead of waiting to see what happened and otherwise leaving my fate to others, I took control of my life. I jumped into the driver’s seat, set a new course, and hit the gas. And I have to say, it’s been one hell of a ride.
Circumstances worked to my advantage. Fortunately, I had the resources to carry out my wishes. For that I’m grateful. And it wouldn’t have been possible if my financial planner hadn’t made me set up a Roth IRA years ago. Like my dad always said, money is freedom. In this case, having some gave me options that wouldn’t otherwise have been available.
It’s just me and Toodles. I didn’t need to think about the impact my decision would have on a partner and/or children. Yeah, there’s a lot I give up from not having children, too. That’s life. You can’t have everything. Making one choice eliminates other options.
The final pieces fell into place today. The contractors are working together and have agreed on a schedule so nobody gets in anybody’s way. The work will be done on the 28th. The movers are coming on the 29th. And by the 30th, I’ll be completely out of the old place and mostly settled into the new.
Shew. Just nine and a half more days. On day ten, my new normal begins.
What about my old house? I’m not going to worry about it. Things are working out better than I ever imagined, and I’m just going to assume that trend will continue. If not, well…frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. The bank can have it. I’m moving on, and there ain’t no stopping me now. I got the groove, right here in…
My Glass House