Yes, I did.
Appears the financing for a new stove fell apart. No one's fault. Just what is. And I was the one who pulled the plug.
The person helping make the purchase wouldn't give me a budget to stay within. I asked - twice. Now, it turns out what I found is over what she'd anticipated.
Surprised? Sort of, but sort of not. And pleased to sense that my feathers aren't the least bit ruffled over the turn of events.
So much was learned. Important things. Like the difference between getting what's right & getting what's not. That, in itself, was a big lesson for me. Invaluable.
There was a reason I asked for the dollar range. Just as there's one behind stepping away, rather than feeling even a smidgen of a negative buzz that's impossible to explain but would also be impossible to ignore.
As I wrote to my amazingly generous, utterly well-intentioned friend - "I wish I could put into words all that your thoughtfulness means to me. Words fail. Because, dear friend, it is the energy of your caring that makes the difference. Not a THING in the world can come close." Didn't feel awful writing that, or happy - just like it's the right thing to do. Kismet.
Am glad - truly - that I've been through life situations enough to know when something's off kilter. And to tip my hat & walk onward.
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