Anyone who has read some of my previous posts will be well aware that this is a year of rebuilding. After last year’s ripping out and pruning back, this year has been accelerated growth as my life is being rebuilt.
The foundations haven’t changed. If anything, I’ve actually dug deeper into the bedrock of Christ to create a more solid platform from which to build and grow.
At the beginning of the year, I was living in a temporary home over the winter as a place of safety and refuge, driving a temporary car after mine had been written off, and working in a temporary job, as I was covering my line manager’s role for a year after she was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Nothing felt stable, or long-term.
Now as well as the new job and car I have previously written about, I am now in the process of investing in a new home, OH MY DAYS!! This is all like proper adulting! I’m not sure I’m ready to do this!
Can’t I just build a duvet fort and let someone else make decisions? Apparently not! Although…. I can build a fort in any room I choose when I move in! Oooo and a teepee in the garden…with fairy lights…and a fire pit…and…OK, I digress!
Buying a new home is the biggest investment most of us will ever make. It’s not something to take lightly. But how on earth do you go about choosing somewhere to live? It’s not like a new pair of heels, where you can just take them back if they don’t fit!
I checked out about four places around the area I knew I wanted to move to, and while I put an offer on one, which was rejected in favour of a higher offer from someone else, I kinda went on gut instinct and prayerful consideration.
“Could I see myself living there?” was at the forefront of my mind when I was looking around. Would my furniture fit? One of the places looked like there wasn’t enough space for everything I already had. So even though it was nice enough, it wasn’t right.
I also knew I didn’t want to go above paying the “stamp duty” so that was my ultimate limit, and my ultimate fleece when I made an offer on the one I settled on.
What I have learned, very quickly this year, is how much we have to negotiate through life. Whenever I went to Israel, I knew the principle of bartering, but being the good Brit that I am, mostly accepted the price written on the label. But so often we can miss an opportunity, when we write-off something as being above our budget, or our pay-grade. Or we undervalue ourselves.
Dont be afraid to negotiate, don’t be afraid to value yourself, and demand what you know you’re really worth. Life has many chances to be better – seize each of them, and even if it goes wrong – you can rebuild on the rubble of past chances to gain a better vantage point for yourself.