Stress is something I know too well. It’s not something I would usually consider to be a good thing. Today it randomly occurred to me that sometimes it’s not so bad.
I’ve been a bit stressed about getting the house ready for our new floors to be installed. I work Thursday and Friday night, and the floors will be installed Friday and Saturday.
I think the hardest part has been planning where to sleep. I wish we would of just got a hotel room for a few nights. Even as I’m writing this it occurred to me that one of my ideas won’t work. I was planning to sleep at my aunts house Friday morning and at home Saturday morning.
I would only sleep for a few hours on Saturday, because we have to travel out of town for a funeral that afternoon. But where would I sleep? The whole house will be in disarray. I think neither of us want to pay for a hotel, but it might be our best option.
We set this date two weeks ago, and that’s why things are a little bit crazy. Still it’s not as stressful as I thought it would be. I feel a little bit of urgency, but it doesn’t feel bad. It’s a good kind of stressful. The type of stress that comes with good things. Things that are new and exciting, and can’t cause harm. Things that are blessings. I’m choosing to be thankful and grateful. There’s enough bad in this world and there’s no reason to turn good into bad.
What a blessing it is to have a home. To have money to spend on improving that home.
Anyways this it just something that’s been on my mind today. Sorry if I rambled a bit, and thank you for reading until the end!