A Lot is Going on... (approx. 2 min. read)

I know I mentioned in my last blog that my sight was improving, but it was short lived...

I’ve been increasing the strength of my reading glasses since June; and I went from 1.25’s to 2.75’s. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve been finding myself reaching for my husband’s which are 3.00’s.

A lot is going on but there’s always something going on...

I think one of the things that’s really getting me, is that our house went up for sale yesterday. Although making the choice to sell has been a long process, my husband (Gary) and I believe it’s the right choice.

Gary has been trying to find full-time employment since the company he dedicated almost 30 years to, decided to pension him off. He hasn’t been having much luck finding anything that pays well except for real physical work.

Needless to say, we’ve come to the decision to sell and move to a province where we can actually afford to live on our pensions. It was a tough decision to make because not only do we love our house, I haven’t lived any further than 60 kilometres from my girls since they were born.

Up until recently, I always thought I needed to be close to my daughters and that they needed to be close to me. I believed that if I moved away and was unable to see them regularly, they would think I didn’t love or care about them.  I’ve recently realized those thoughts are based on my insecurities and not theirs.

My daughters are married and have families of their own and they are doing an amazing job of raising their families without having me live in their back pockets.

Another thing that’s making me stress is the tenant we took on when we thought Gary had found a job. She didn’t ask for any of this to happen. Though the new home-owners will probably keep her on, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that they might not and she’ll only have 30 days to vacate.

It seems I’m more worried about the fact that it’s come down to the tenant and us; and I’m feeling forced into choosing us.

...I know it sounds ludicrous, but I’m honestly more stressed out about upsetting the tenant than I am upsetting myself. It reminds me how much farther I have to go on the road to self-preservation.

Stay safe and stay strong. Thanks for following.