I’ve been waiting an excessive amount of time for my house to sell. I’ve done everything possible to make it appealing to potential buyers, including making repairs and reducing the price. I dream of starting afresh in a new place, one that I hope will become my permanent home.
Time has passed, yet no sale. My dreams are dissolving into the mist. I’m not usually one to surrender, but my motivation has vanished. The dream now seems distant. For months, I’ve been living in the now, with grief classes occupying my attention. They’ve helped distract me from the obvious void in my life.
I came to understand that I was placing too much importance on whether my life was working out. I based this solely on this dream. Much of it is also reality. Affording my current lifestyle is a challenge, and it would need finding a job, while if I moved, it wouldn’t. I recognized that investing so much in the dream was holding me back. So, I shifted my focus to the current moment, began taking online courses, and started writing my book. I’m entrusting my faith in God and allowing things to unfold as they’re meant to.
Lady Hy: WisdomKeeper 