Once upon a time I slept on an air mattress in a temporary rental house that I lived in for two weeks. It's not a time of my life that I like to think about, but it happened while the sale of my almost house fell through. The sellers backed out 10 minutes before I was supposed to close on it.
It was not good times, but it was not the worst of times.
During the first night in that rental house, my bed deflated. I slept on the floor that night.
As someone wise once told me: You’re going forward, even when it feels like you’re not.
A few months ago I bought a new bed and a new bed frame, which resides in the cutest little house in the cutest college town in Kansas, without even realizing where I was 18 months ago — on the freaking floor.
Forward is forward and progress is progress, even when it doesn't feel like it.
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