There was this quaint-as-all-get-out Colonial we had our eye on to rent in Auburndale, Massachusetts. Here, lookit!
It had all the things we needed, and I even crafted a charming letter with an irresistibly cute picture of our family to confirm to the landlord that renting to the Calla-clan was the wisest choice she was ever gonna make.
Seriously–this pic. Wouldn’t you wanna rent to us?
Our realtor diva guide Lydia of the North talked us up, and I had an appointment to see the place on Tuesday.
Then our fair cottage-locating sorceress delivered the ill tidings via electronic missive that the dwelling had been decreed to a local family whose serf lord was divesting their current estate.
We were rill rill disappointed. So we day drank.
Who could blame them? The market is nuts right now.
But still. We were rill rill disappointed. So we day-drank a little.
I thought about what my girl Byron Katie says. I ask myself her four questions when I’m not letting my ego party too hard:
You’ve been spared. That’s the only possibility.
So yeah, clearly there is another dwelling somewhere in the greater Boston area where we can raise two toddlers and maintain a level of sanity that’s walking distance to public transport. I’m trusting and believing.
But those three words–you’ve been spared–they’ve been big for me, so I want to share them with you.
We are the actory-singery folk, so the opportunities for telling ourselves we’ve been rejected are legion.
It’s the reason we deaden our souls when we go to audition after audition and we don’t get picked for the team. It’s just less ouchy that way, and we don’t blow out our 3pm dirty martini budget.
But what if you knew that when a door closed, Julie Andrews would show up and say, “Not only will the Lord open a window, but there’ll be an even better door that’ll have you all
Hard to hear when your expectations have been abruptly unmet.
Just ask my three-year-old. And then ask him three weeks later. He likes to re-live. He comes by it honest.
So listen, you warrior unicorn facing a closed door or seven. You’ve been spared.
I have lists of anecdotal evidence to back this up, all available in the annals of my blog.
(I just giggled when I typed “annals.”)
Let’s treat this life trip like an improv game and meet every whoops-that’s-not-happening event with a big juicy yes-and.
Don’t get me wrong. You may need to cry some.
But once you’ve let that through, the tears’ll have cleaned off your windshield, and you can see the next thing ahead–even if that’s a WaWa where you can get Tasty Cakes and a delicious sammie.
Yep, you’ve been spared.
Can you look back at a thing you really wished would happen that didn’t, and now you’re like, phew?
Or at least, okay, that mighta been cool, but because that didn’t happen, it opened the way for this other thing?
I’d love for you to play around with this and see if it helps you.
Let me know! I love hearing that this stuff works for you. Gives me purpose on a Sunday morning at 5am when I’m sitting here thinking about you.
I will let you know how the surprise door opens this week after I sally forth to the greater Boston area to secure a dwelling. I’m flying there just as this message goes out to you. ✈️
And remember! There is only one you, and folks need to hear the story that only you can sing.
ps The sorceress from the North of whom I spoke earlier is my friend Lydia Rajunas who is a real estate diva in Massachusetts and Rhode Island. We were on tour together NINETEEN years ago. Whaaaa?
This is what I love about what we get to do–the shows, the experiences are beautiful and ephemeral, but the relationships we get to make are where the gold is IMHO.
pps Before we day-drank, we also fro-yo scarfed.
There’s a Menschie’s in Greensboro which is very special because we had our first date-like experience at the original location on Laurel Canyon in Valley Village.
I’m a big proponent of fro yo dates when you need a little help getting up off the floor.
Consider this your official endorsement to get yourself some sweet goodness to help you through.
Cheers from Melissa and me!