Try as I might, I can't seem to do this on a consistent basis. I fear its a direct reflection of my lack of discipline in other areas of my life. My regular blogging friends encourage me but alas, I fall short.

I let things get in the way. I get emotionally highjacked. This week I faced a grave disappointment. For over two years I have been trying to sell my mother's condo. She passed away the summer of 2006. For the first year I simply was not ready to completely clear it out and shut the door on those memories. I had a sign in the window but didn't give a thought to the sporadic inquiry calls I received. As time wore on, I became increasingly more anxious to be rid of this financial obligation.

There were several close calls but last week was the closest of all. A friend of my mother's visited the property 3 times with friends and family. We had a verbal agreement over the phone with absolutely no hesitation detected during our numerous phone conversations. When my husband received the email stating she had changed her mind, you could have blown me over with a feather. We were about an hour away from driving to town to begin the final stages of clearing.

When something seems secure in the palm of your hand and then disappears without warning, it requires an adjustment. I was moving in one direction and then spun off balance, only to land on the floor in a dizzying heap. Its the picking myself up off the floor that I am getting better at. My girls help me with that.

They remind me to not stay mired in despair. Find my tank-fillers and dwell there rather than in unfortunate circumstances.

I am very sad about the sale. Not convinced its totally over. I refuse to let it shape my outlook for very long.

I want out of the real estate business but I guess thats not to be for now.

Caroline

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