Day and I have decided to put our house on the market, we’ve picked a real estate agent and are proceeding forward.

This is big, but something Day and I have been talking about for years. It’s a step closer to “downsizing” and eventually retirement. It’s change though, and that puts my already overactive brain into hyperdrive, which causes me anxiety.

I started asking myself; is it excitement or fear I am feeling? I suppose it could be both, but I think it’s fear, caused by doubt. Those stupid voices in my head, I spend way too much time listening to them. And, the voices never have anything good to say.

Despite whatever bat shit crazy stuff goes on in my head, Day and I have done well. We make plans, set goals, we’re happy and have more than I ever imagined I would.

So we sell the house. Move into a friend’s upstairs apartment while we look for a smaller house, a smaller piece of property and, a smaller mortgage. We continue working like we are now, for another 3 to 5 years, save a ton of money, and then, semi retirement, if all goes to plan. Nothing goes as planned though, it’s almost a 100% failure rate. If there’s one thing I’ve learned though; if you don’t have a plan, if you’re not setting goals, if you’re not talking about it, you’ll never have it. So we fail, but get close, and close is good enough.

Despite those voices in my head, the doubt, the fear of failure, the fear of taking chances, and the fear of losing what I have, somehow, Day and I manage to get it done, we take the next step and always move forward. One chapter ends, and another begins. I guess the one constant that keeps me sane, from losing my shit, is Day and I do it together. Explore. Dream. Discover. Travel.

Luv ya,
Curly