October 16

When life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

Identifying values.

I can identify the things I value all day long. It’s my follow-through that is still lacking.

For example, on my calendar for yesterday, the new one I bought so I could prioritize all that is important, there is a big giant X and a side note that says, day off.

It was going to be a day of reading, relaxing and spending time with family.

But then as I was double-checking and catching up on leads, I noticed a new house pop up in a neighborhood where I have client friends looking and then an agent wanted to preview some land I have listed.

I figured I had time. I thought I could do it all.

And so I made time for all the wrong things.

I happen to love finding the perfect place for people to live out their lives. I’m crazy passionate about homes.

Behind this front door is where the real stuff is happening.

So I raced to the country and then back to the city and then back to my house to read scary stories about Creepy Carrots to a little girl who’d waited too long for her Grammie to get back.

My phone has been off ever since.

We went to the park and she climbed to the top of the green bar even though she was wearing new flip flops instead of her tennis shoes and she proudly proclaimed, “I told you I could do it!”

There was an episode with another little girl named Lala, and an adamant refusal to surrender two tiny words, “I’m sorry.”

The short sentences are the ones often hardest to say for a four-year-old, although they are the ones most often coming out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry, I don’t have the answer you want to hear.

Sorry, I don’t want to hear about the personal trainer who already has a girlfriend.

Sorry, I should have gotten back sooner.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.

Sorry, I forgot to call back right away.

It seems I’m always apologizing.

And sometimes to myself.

I messed up my Spanish streak and my 100 uninterrupted days.

Instead, we went for a walk with the dogs and found some pecans. I taught her how to crack them open and she taught me that one side goes in her mouth and one side in the bowl for the pie.

We read more books.

I thought I’d have time after laying down with her to get my other 8 unfinished things done.

But after a week of running and being sick, I fell fast asleep, all squished in, by the most important thing to me in this whole world.

When I woke up this morning to that sweet face, it was okay.

I know today will be a new day to get all those other things done. You only learn how to hunt and crack pecans once.

You only get to watch Moana 136 times. Sometimes we can’t do it. Not all of it anyway.

Life isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. But then sometimes it is. I never get tired of hearing, “Grammie?”

“Yes, baby girl?”

“I love you.”

 

 

 

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Posted October 16, 2017 by tinamolliefisher@gmail.com in category "Uncategorized