I learned something valuable this week. I have to stop letting fear dictate my decisions.
We looked at a house almost a month ago that we both really liked, and we went back a few days later to see it again, but we just couldn’t make up our minds. It had an excellent floor plan, hardwood floors, beautiful wide trim, a fireplace, and a whirlpool tub, and was in an picturesque neighborhood about 20 minutes away in a larger city.
It was almost perfect, but it would have been a big change. And we would have had to worry with listing and selling our current home as quickly as possible. So, feeling both scared of the change and the inevitable chaos our lives would be thrown into for a few months, we wanted to take our time and make sure we didn’t make a mistake.
Tuesday evening, after a few weeks of back-and-forth, we decided to make an offer on the house. I excitedly contacted our realtor, submitted an offer electronically, and crawled into the bathtub to relax.
A few minutes later I received a text saying a contract had been signed on the property a couple of hours earlier.
I was heartbroken. Honey took it fairly well until the next day, and then he got depressed. We both realized that we simply took too long to decide, and that we let fear hold us back from what we both knew was the right decision for us to make.
I have often heard that you don’t typically regret the things you do, but the things you don’t do. While I don’t entirely agree with that sentiment, I certainly understand it a little better than I did a month ago.