What do you do when the light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be another freight train? Turns out, mine is….again. I keep hoping and moving forward through this long dark tunnel that started with my house fire. I’ve seen many lights and hoping it is the end. I keep being run over by a freight train instead of emerging from the other side. It’s exhausting.
What could it possibly be?! We’ve been through a house fire and lost almost everything. Got ripped off by multiple people and lost a lot of money. We have been fighting for everything we own and still not been reimbursed for things we replaced over a year ago. Since the insurance decided at the start of this year that we should have been home already, they stopped paying rent. We’ve been paying our mortgage and rent for eight months which was over $7,000 extra that we had to find in our budget. The bank put our loan to finish our house build on hold because of a work furlough during this Covid pandemic. I could go on and on with my story of sadness. I’ve been hoping for a break, but this week got slapped with something else. My husband was laid off from his job.
We are now a one income household, paying a mortgage and rent. Trying to stretch our budget to get our house complete and just crossing our fingers waiting for the insurance to release more money. Once again, it feels like my life is in the mercy of the universe again. My light at the end of the tunnel smacked hard again. Hopefully, my husband can find a job quickly. There is work in his field, but with everything still going on with Covid right now….
A Reset Button
You know what would be great right now? A giant reset button Something to right the world a little bit. Is that too much to ask for? While I continue to hope for one, I will also continue moving forward. One step at a time. Minute by minute if that’s what it takes. Each day will pass. Things will be better with time. Time does wonders. Don’t let your setbacks keep you down. You have to get back up each time you are down and keep hoping that next time will be better. Next time, you’ll emerge from the dark and the light at the end of the tunnel will be a warm welcoming light and not a freight train.
That will be when all your tears will seem far away. When the fight is over, you can rest with a pride of knowing you never let the freight train carry you any deeper back through the tunnel. Stay strong and press forward! Life will work out! This is my mantra heading into this week.
