Quick recap:In my last post, I wrote about improvising, leaping first, learning fast, and running faster. A well-planned project moved up unexpectedly, and I leaned into momentum instead of waiting for perfection. If you missed it, go read Part 1 first.
Now for the update.
Here I am, laying in my bed, which currently sits in the center of the room, next to my husband.
Yes. He is back.
Denied entry to Canada, even with all the documentation. Apparently threats toward Canada from a certain person in power have derailed my beautifully planned timeline and surprise. The poor guy had not slept in over 24 hours. He drove straight through the night and the day to get home, only to arrive and discover that getting to his bed required navigating an obstacle course.
My initial reaction?I am so screwed.I think I cycled through every possible emotion over the next few hours while avoiding him and letting him finish up work. Panic. Guilt. Pride. Anxiety. Defensiveness. Repeat.
Then I talked to a friend.She asked one simple question:“Do you love it?”
I melted. Yes. I am not even done, and I love it.
And right there, everything shifted.
This was mine to carry. I did not know he would be home early. I did not plan for this twist. But the project is coming together, and I am proud of it. That matters.
What also matters is that none of today would have happened without my friends.
When called upon, they showed up. No questions asked. No hesitation. Just action.
I am 45 years old. I do not need a lot of friends. I need a few really good ones.
Friends who jump in when plans explode.
Friends who go double time when they hear someone is an hour away and was not supposed to be home for three more days.
Friends who finish, grab their coats, shout a quick goodbye to my husband, and disappear out the door like nothing happened.
Later, I found texts from them asking, “How did it go?” 😂
So how did it go?
It is still being finished.
And you are going to have to wait about four weeks until the furniture is assembled and moved before you see the full reveal.
But tonight, I am grateful.
Grateful for hard work.
Grateful for friendship.Grateful for people who help you clean up the mess when your leap lands a little sideways.
Thought of the day: Good friendships do not just celebrate your wins, they grab a paintbrush and help you finish the job. They help you move a excessively heavy bed a few inches after one made herself small enough to fit under. We had fun, it is bringing me joy, I got validation my friends are the best and I keep moving forward with my plans. Plot Twist! Keep moving, more to come!
