Head Up High

It's been a difficult few weeks. Work is beginning to become work (honeymoon is ending). The potential buyers of our Colorado home are having second thoughts. I need to find a place to stay from August 21-29 because my corporate housing expires and I'm flying to Colorado to drive to Oregon with the family on the 30th. Things are stressful. 

Last night I just wanted to give up. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was all a dream, and that I'd open my eyes and be in my bedroom in Firestone. I'd go back to life before Portland. I opened my eyes and I was in my apartment. I considered just quitting and returning home to Firestone and searching for a job in Colorado. I knew it'd be career suicide to leave a job 2 1/2 weeks into it. I knew I'd have a ton of money to reimburse WK and that I'd probably never get a job at a big shop again. I didn't care. I just wanted to be home and with my family again. I went to bed.

This morning I woke up and decided I would try to make things work out. I prayed for help. Then I got this simple email from my dad:

Hold your head up high and stay focused buddy !

That is the entire email. He had no idea I was having troubles. But that simple email provided me with such peace. It helped me realize that everything would be just fine, and that I couldn't sit around feeling sad or overwhelmed. I need to hold my head up high and stay focused. 

And that's just what I'm going to do. And everything is going to be awesome. I will be with my family soon. Work is going great. I'll find a place to stay for that super small amount of time. If these buyers back out of buying our home we'll just rent it out and rent a house in Sherwood and we'll be fine. I have so much going right for me, and the best part is it's only going to get better.  

It's going to get better! And I'll be much stronger, humbler, and more patient after going through this trial. I love my life. I really do.

Here are a couple photos to remind me of what it was like to walk to the grocery store and walk back to my apartment. Number 1104 at the Wyatt in the Pearl District, downtown Portland.