The yin to my fiery yang is Dave. My insecure feelings about the real estate photos’ poor framing only meant one thing: I’d failed. I was unbelievably attached to the idea that spectacularly shot photos would sell our house. But is that true? Equally, if not more important, are the house’s price, size, age, and condition, right? I’m glad we massaged out that mental knot.
Speaking of knots—nevermind, nothing comes to mind regarding knots. Well, actually, I know, or instead knew, how to make a square knot. I used to tie my white karate belt in a square knot. I also know a pretty sick slip knot for tying hooks onto fishing lines. Wow, who knew I had this much to say about knots?! Also, being that my Papa was a naval commander, he knew knots. I recall fondly tracing my eyes over the 30 or more fist-sized knots he had on display on his home’s wall. Instead of the amazing display being hoarded at my aunt’s house, I wish I could display them at my new house.
Time to walk to Subway with Archie to pick up my rotisserie chicken sandwich. Be back soon.
The listing is up, and I’m panicking. The first photo makes the house look tiny, and the second picture is even tinier. I need to distract myself. Write, Jaclynn, dang it, write!
It’s hours later, and I’m better and more secure. All we need is one person to buy it. My confidence is refreshed with three showings already on the books for tomorrow.
All office furniture is out! Don’t tell, but driving out, I stopped and not too sneakily snipped two peonies from the property’s plant. They’re now a finishing touch on my dining room table.
I’m looking forward to reading the book “Not Nice: Stop People Pleasing, Staying Silent, & Feeling Guilty.” The desire to read it came from watching a TikTok of a woman lying on a yoga mat next to a busy sidewalk in a downtown somewhere. In the video, she’s asked what she’s doing and describes the exercise the book recommended to put yourself in an awkward situation. The purpose is to tolerate rejection. I like doing socially off things. In high school, our homework was to put ourselves in a socially uncomfortable situation. I recall singing to a stranger in the Sunglass Hut at the Supermall. I’d be less doing it to overcome rejection, as I enjoy doing something out of the box.
Stop looking at the listing and social media to see if others like it, Jaclynn. Whether you look or not, what will be will be.
Last thoughts for tomorrow morning: I want to mop the garage (weird, I know), spray the smelly good scent in all the rooms, vacuum nice lines in the carpet, and polish the granite counters. Overall, it’s a manageable list, leaving a pretty relaxed morning. Oh, and empty the car of my office’s furniture!
Talk to you tomorrow, and keep your fingers crossed, we’ll have an offer.
Love, Jaclynn
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