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Sunshine On My Face

It's been a hard couple of weeks and my lovely anxiety disorder has not let me forget it. 

I've spent a good portion of my life being stressed out but it's been a while since I've had something tangible to stress about and DANG has it done a number on me. I'm tired. My stomach hurts. My shoulders hurt. I'm one bad thought from a panic attack. 

Yesterday I decided to try and do something to feel better as we await a response from our realtor about our inspection punch list, so I went over to the Greenway to eat my lunch and soak in some sunshine on a rare 80 degre day. 

It was SPLENDID. 

I sat in the grass, sunshine on my face, toes in the open air. I put my phone face down, ate slowly and absorbed the moment. It was exactly what I needed to calm down and appreciate everything that has brought me to this point. I was able to be thankful that I'm even in a situation to be stressed out about buying a house. That I'm able to leave work and go sit in a beautiful park in a city I love. That I had a big, delicious salad to enjoy. 

Last night I went to yoga and stretched and breathed all the worry and tension out for 90 wonderful minutes.

I had fro yo outside and caught up with one of my best friends. 

I overslept and cuddled with my little girl a bunch this morning. 

And then I was on the train this morning, rushing to my first meeting, answering work emails and thinking about all the things that can still go wrong in this home buying adventure. 

Our realtor called just as I was passing what could be our new T stop to tell me the seller responded and we are good to go. Next step: sign the purchase and sale. Then we wait to close. 5 weeks and we get the keys to our first home. 

Things could still go wrong and wrenches can still get thrown but for now, it's a smooth sea. 

I think I'll spend some more time in the sunshine this week. 

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