Rant about decisions 

  I was supposed to do a test today that I had paid money for, but because of some screwup(s) from the company we are renting from, we couldn’t start moving your things yesterday as planned. So today there’s a lot of stuff to move and I’m supposed to do the test for six hours and I need to get my priority straight! It’s either I do the test and stress for the rest of the week over all the things that I have to do at home, or I can do things that I need to do at home and have less stress for the rest of the week, but then I won’t have time for the test. It’s not really a tough choice when I put it like that. My husband thinks that I need to do the test and to think about my future, but the thing is that my family IS my future. I already have a job and doing the test was for me to fulfill my dreams. I will survive, there will be another test in six months and I can try then instead of doing it now. I was thinking of maybe it’s a waste of money to not take the test because I’ve paid for it and there’s no refund, but it’s just money, so… yeah. I was crying at home while trying to make this decision but then I put on my shoes and a sweater and walked for about 10 minutes in crisp fall air, and things are actually so much clearer. I had forgotten what some fresh air and a walk in pretty surroundings can do for your mind. Rant over, time for breakfast.

About thereseastrom

A wife, mother of two, teacher and new, but firm, believer in minimalism. Trying to get all the pieces of the puzzle fit together.
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