Ever do something that you are so sure is the right thing, only to have that icky feeling come immediately thereafter, telling you, in that icky feeling sort of way that: ”No! That was NOT a good decision! You suck!”
Yeah, that happened on Sunday. See, we have been renting our house ever since we moved to AZ 3 1/2 years ago. We still aren’t ready to buy. I seriously love our house and our landlord. I just wish it had one more room.
Ever since I started my business, I’ve set up shop here on the dining room table. I have my gigantic all in one desktop sitting right here in the middle of everything. I would love an office. I even had a friend who is a professional organizer offer to help me transform the boys toy room into an office and put their toys in nice manageable containers.
But last week, I stood looking around at my house which just seems to overflowing with stuff. Piles of paper everywhere, clothes pouring out of the closets, a garage full of junk. And I decided we needed a bigger house.
Problem: Our lease isn’t up for another year.
Solution: Ask our landlord, Alex, if we could leave early. He’s awesome. I knew he would say yes.
Within moments of speaking with him, I had an icky feeling start in my belly and then it moved up and up. So then I did what I should have done prior to making the decision to speak to him. I prayed.
Sure enough, within minutes, I felt rejuvenated to organize my house and my life. I am having a garage sale next weekend. I found a kick ass L-shaped desk on Craigslist for $50. I found some shelves for the boys’ crap.
So I emailed him back, apologizing for pulling such an inconsiderate asshat move. Hope he forgives me.