Okay, I’m not actually on vacation, but I am taking the summer off.
Originally I had big plans on how I was going to spend my summer. Remember when I told you that I was going to sell my house, put my belongings into storage, then start traveling and doing the Airbnb thing? This was a result of a channeled writing on the subject of being a catalyst and how some people would need to leave their homes and communities, go out into the world and start conversations with complete strangers. It was all about not being afraid.
For the last several months I’ve been preparing to put that plan into action. I’ve been downsizing. I’ve had workmen in to take care of the last few projects I’ve been putting off. I even did yard work. Then a few weeks ago I walked outside and saw spray-painted marks and small flags up and down my street. Yes, this is the summer the city is going to replace the electric poles, the water pipes, the gas, and some curbs, as well as tear up and replace the entire street in the process. I frantically called city officials who tried to calm me down with the information, “Don’t worry, this will be completed by October 31st at the latest.”
As you might suspect, selling a house in Wisconsin outside the summer season is fairly difficult and I wasn’t happy. This was going to threaten everything I was going to do. I had plans! I had a schedule! I had already bought an Annual Pass from the National Parks Service! (Note: I also had just purchased one of those pop-up tents – when you unstrap it and throw it up in the air like a frisbee, out pops the tent! That genie, however, it more difficult to put back into the bottle than you might think – it took me a week and five youtube videos before I managed to fit it back into its carrying case.)
At first I was determined to go ahead with putting my house on the market despite the ongoing major construction that would be taking place on my doorstep. Then my real estate agent told me that he estimated the house would sell for $7-$10k less this summer than it would if I put it up for sale next summer (he told me this was a conservative estimate – it could be much more). My initial reaction was to ignore his advise, but then I started thinking about it. Why was I doing this? I didn’t need to sell the house. It was just that I had committed to taking off and starting my travels this summer – and I had done so publicly. I was afraid that people might think I was fearful, I was afraid that people might think I had lost my nerve and was getting cold feet. Since the original impetus to sell my house and start traveling was to do what I would do if I wasn’t afraid, this was a fairly ironic position to find myself in.
So I decided to wait until summer 2018 to sell my house and start off on my travels, and I’m hoping that the saying “God’s delays are not God’s denials” proves true. I spent a few days feeling massively depressed and worrying about how the delay would affect other people’s opinion of me, then decided to be an adult again and move forward. I have several projects that would benefit from more attention, both this summer and through next year – projects that would benefit both me and others.
(Note: One of those projects is to work on this website. About a month ago I found out that there was something called SEO – Search Engine Optimization – that you have to implement in order for people to find your website on the internet. I had never done so …and have essentially been operating an invisible website for the last two years. Don’t be that person – don’t be me.)
What would I do if I wasn’t so afraid? The first order of business is not to be so afraid of what other people think.