Crossing the Bridge

Ever feel like this picture. There may be something good waiting on the other side of the creek, but there is no bridge and the water is flowing fast, it's cold and you might slip on the way.... It's so scary your toes curl under and you freeze where you stand.

That is pretty much where I've been for the last couple of months. Putting our house on the market was tough. I had never been on this side of it, but opening your home is a very personal thing. Having people you don't know looking through everything... Many people don't even have their closest friends over and here I was cleaning up my closets for strangers. Thinking of it as NOT your home anymore is rough as well. Usually after a few weeks or months on the market, after a few showings, the right person comes along and your house if their house. Not so for us. Being that open and being rejected over and over pretty much sucks. After ten months on the market, we are calling it quits. Technically our contract runs until the 22nd, but no one has looked at the house at all since our last price drop a month ago, so it's pretty much dead.

Here I stand, having jumped in on the big rock in the middle of the stream, and now I'm all wet. Is it a failure to not sell? Or do I get back up and see what lies on the other side of the stream? Which path do you take when the one you've chosen looks like a dead end? I'm not sure today, but I'm going to get up and and give myself a little time to dry off before leaping again. I can't wait to see where life takes me next.