Yesterday I doubted many of my decisions. Did I choose the right real estate broker to represent my house? Did we pick the right price? Was this the best time to put it on the market? Did I remember to deduct everything on my tax return? Was my relationship with a new man really what I thought it was? I was plagued with doubt and fear. I couldn’t find a comfortable place for myself. My neck was tight and my stomach was fluttering.
I didn’t want to tolerate feeling that way. I started to think about how most of those decisions were already made and out of my control. I looked for ways to think about them differently. I decided to treat selling the house like investing in the stock market, and not react to every up and down but have faith that the house would eventually sell to the perfect person at the perfect price. I felt much better. At least I had control over how I would think, and it made me feel better physically and emotionally. I felt more at ease and peaceful and actually enjoyed getting the house ready to be shown. I envisioned a new family loving it as much as I do with children running down the hall and playing outside.
Additional information today served as a confirmation of my decisions. When I heard the broker’s ideas and saw her in action, I realized that I made an excellent choice and that she listed it at the right price. An email clarified that the relationship with the new man was back on track, actually it never got off track. Taxes are done, and who knows if I forgot anything? Things changed, but first my attitude changed. Additional information helped me to trust my decisions, but it came after I decided to make peace with what I knew at the time. I did the best I could, and I made that okay.
Some would say “what a difference a day makes”, but I am really thinking “what a difference a change in attitude makes!”
I am always amazed at how fear creeps up when I least expect it and especially when I know that is not the perspective I would choose to view life by. I always advise another to shift the perspective away from fear. Recently, my injury had me in that fear place and it was easy to let it pick up momentum. I’m grateful for my son, who sat here watching as I was not my true self and reminded me to see all the good around me. what a relief! Once I let go of what had already happened and focused on making new choices and decisions about my care, there was nothing that was wrong at all.
Shifting my perspective and looking with eyes of love makes life fun and surprisingly simple.
Thank you Ellie, once again for sharing your experiences, ones we can all relate to. How exciting it must be to set off into the new life ahead! xoxoxo