I just wanted to follow up on my previous post. I wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you who have commented. I am so very grateful to have all of you in my life. I apologize if the last post sounded a little bit down. I will fully admit that I was. But I am OK and doing much better. I am SO very thankful for all the blessings in my life. I know that things will work out eventually. I will keep my chin up and stay positive I promise. I sure do love you all!!!!!
It's been a while....
So I noticed today that it has been over a month since I put a post up. So I decided to share on some of my thoughts recently. As I am sure most of you know by now, we are trying to sell our house. It has been on the market for three months now, and we have shown it about 4 times. I realize that it is slow with the economy right now. But that is still discouraging. I try to keep a positive attitude about things, but the other night I just couldn't handle it and had kind of a melt down. I had just checked my email, and our realtor had sent me a message with the feedback from the last showing we had. The people had very bluntly said, "Not a possibility". I realize that it shouldn't have set me off like it did, but it was the last straw for the last few months worth of issues. I didn't alert Casey to my fragile state of mind, I just simply went into your bedroom and laid down and had a good cry. I cried out all of my frustrations over our house not selling, our financial situation, our inability to have children, and over feeling very stuck in life. When I didn't have any tears left, I sat debating with myself about what I wanted to do to try and fix the situation. The solution that seemed to be the easiest and quickest fix, was to just quit. To just walk away from everything. But as soon as I thought it, I had a flash back to about 13 years ago.
I am not sure if my dad remembers that morning, but he taught me a very important lesson that has stuck with me ever since. Let me preface the story by saying that when I was almost 13 we moved to Vegas. I hadn't ever really played basketball. I actually despised it. But when I was in the eighth grade, I got put on the school team. I was terrible. Then when I got to high school in the ninth grade, I was pretty much forced to play on the Varsity basketball team. I was scared to death. I had only played one year before that, I was HORRIBLE and the majority of the team were seniors. Our practice schedule was really extreme. We had an early morning practice from 4:30 to 6:30, then I got ready and went to school (of course in all the honor courses, thanks mom Ü), after which I followed up with after school seminary and then finally went to another 2 hour practice before going home. It was a very grueling schedule for anyone who loved the game, but especially for me because I HATED it. One morning as my dad was driving me to practice in the wee hours of the morning, I broke down. I didn't want to do it anymore, I wanted to quit. What my dad told me next has had a lasting impact on my life. He told me he wouldn't let me quit. I was not a quitter. I was going to finish the season. Then if I decided that I didn't want to play anymore that was fine, but I was not going to quit now. I of course was not a happy camper about his answer, but when I look back now I am so very grateful for it. If he had let me quit, my entire life would have turned out differently.
So as I remembered that story, I realized that all this that I am going through will have an lasting impact on my life. I may not know what that will be, but I won't quit. I will carry all these things that seem to burden me down with a smile. I will continue forward with a positive attitude until they are over.
So thank you dad. Thanks for helping me to understand that quitting isn't the answer.
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