Sometimes, you know when you've made a horrible mistake. You feel the weight of it in your chest, fight it as you toss and turn yourself to sleep, and eventually settle into the acceptance that damn, you really screwed that one up.
We've all heard stories of people who realized on their honeymoon that they wanted a divorce. (I know two of those folks myself.)
I was little worried I might feel that way about my decision to keep my house.
But it's been three days now...
And I'm happier than I've been in months. Even with the awareness that remodeling is a total nightmare, I CAN'T WAIT. I love my house. I love my neighborhood. And I'm so excited that I'm going to have the opportunity to make my house what I want it to be.
Here's one reason why: I've started working out with my trainer at the park near my house. And by near, I mean I could walk. Easily. (Although I drive. Because I'm ABOUT TO WORK OUT, and I know I'll be ready to collapse in my car by the end, and yes, I'm rationalizing, BACK OFF. Oh, wait, that's me being judgmental of me, not you. Sorry.)
Anyway. Now, when I work out, I'm bird-watching, and people-watching, and being people-watched myself, which definitely makes me lift my knees up higher, because what you don't want, when working out in the park, is to look like a slacker. And then, after the work out, I stop in at my favorite diner for oatmeal and read The New York Times on my Kindle, and then it's back home to get ready for work, and it's all so nice, and convenient, and exactly what I need.
This is my trainer Rita, stretching me out. Those are my feet.
What's the BEST decision you've made lately?