Eating an Elephant

Buying a house is like eating an elephant.
It's best done one bite at a time.

I am done stressing out over every damn document or every damn fee that is thrown my way.
If it is meant to be, it will happen. If not, then there is another plan out there for me.

What I don't understand is if everyone wants people to be buying to help the economy, then WHY is every step riddled with if's, and's, but's and any other conjunction one can imagine.
My new saying of the week is "you guys need to figure it out."

At least I can say that I've learned a CRAP LOAD about the process.

I'm trying to decide what is worse - escrow or breakups.

Then She Went For A Run

I've been carrying around a lot burdens the past few months. And let me tell ya, they are heavy. Maybe that's why I have put running on the back burner.

I was blah-blah-blahing to my girlfriend recently about the same old blah-blah's that I have been blahing about for the past few months. And she said something to me so simple that it actually took a couple hours for me to absorb. She said, "Why do you care what he thinks about you or your life? He doesn't care what you think about his."

Then I was emailed some random forward, which I usually just delete without reading. But I opened this one and it said something like, "Take care of the people that are good to you and forget about the ones that are not."

Then I was driving in my car and the silly lyrics "just live your life, ain't got time for no haters" came on.

Then It hit me like a ton o' bricks: Just let it go. Really this time.
Then I did.
Then I felt free and amazing and optimistic and relaxed.

Then I went for a run.