I’ve been at work since 7:10 this morning. I had hoped that I would be home by this time, perhaps entertaining, definitely with a drink in my hand, but that has not happened.
Matt is adamant that we need to get another vehicle and I suppose he is right. I’ve been doing some searching online for the cars we thought we were interested in, and if we can can save some money between now and January…use that increase that Matt will be getting now that he is a teacher, I think we can swing it. And particularly with Matt’s truck being paid off in March? It really won’t be that bad or that long that we have to carry two car notes.
The thought of spending all that money, though, is painful. I’ve only ever spent that much money…at once…two other times in my life and just like now, it freaked me out. I mean, I have a hard time justifying the cost of the kitchenaide mixer I really, really want or the kindle that we have gift cards that would cover. A car?!? How in the world am I going to be able to do that?
I suppose that the good thing is these day that I don’t have to do it. We will be doing it. Matt and I together will e taking care of this problem. He can hold my hand while I hyperventilate at the thought of paying $25,000 for a car. I can do the legwork, and figure out what is available and where. I can consult with people on how to get the best deal possible. We can take his dad with us to help with the negotiations. And then we can do it together.
It’ll be fine. Our life is coming together the way it is supposed to and we are going into the places where we are meant to be. That doesn’t mean that those journeys aren’t going to occasionally be very uncomfortable. Because they are. I have to learn to trust that we’ll be ok for this. I have to trust that Matt as the heading our family will make decisions that will allow us to be prosperous. Not that we don’t talk about them 😉 because we will. But that he will lead us where we are supposed to go.
These are hard things for me…trusting that we do in fact have enough. Learning that I don’t have to do it myself. It’s good stuff. Even if it scares me to death.