Today was an accomplished one. Perhaps it's that type of measure in my mind - whether I feel as though I've "done" something - that I need to stop. But until I can forcibly retract this need to feel productive I will still base the merit of my day upon how much I did.
Once I understood basic loans terms like down payment and PMI, or how significant the "flood zone" was, it doesn't seem that finding a house could be that difficult. But what I have learned is that timing is everything. And so part of my productive day included me driving by the only house in the area we like that is in our price range. Horrified at its obvious lack of curb appeal, I forced myself to drive by it several times. I slowed each time and strained my eyes to see if I was really looking at a half-brick facade behind the car port. Eventually I had to drive away and leave the beast alone because the neighbor was starting to squint her eyes too hard at me. If we're to be neighbors one day, I'd better not appear too eager too soon.
So there was that.
The rest of the day consisted of me smiling and scanning documents at my desk like any good secretary (or is it PC to say Administrative Assistant these days?) would do. The list of tedious projects grew like a plant with just the right amount of sunlight and water until I broke down and went for a walk around the block. I caught my second wind and all was well again as I sat to finish the excel spreadsheet that details contracts signed in appropriate months.
Running my wheels like a small rodent in its cage has become natural to me now. Well, I can't really say natural - perhaps the better word is routine.
And so.
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