Ok Maddie, what is this title about?

I’m about to be pretty open, honest, and raw with you all.  Life has got me pretty stressed out lately.  And when you live 20 hours away from home you feel a LITTTTLE bit alone.  Ok maybe a lot alone.  I’ve been worried about a few things to the point where my anxiety is through the roof.  The things I’m worried about are really BIG parts of my life and my future.  What are they?  Well…

1. When to move home. I have 3 summer classes I HAVE to take and I need to do them at Navarro, because who knows what the heck is going to transfer from Virginia.  I also want to be settled before the fall semester begins and my teaching practicum starts. 

2. Ok Maddie you can move home whenever, you don’t work a real job… yada yada yada. Plot twist… I do work and I have sessions booked.  If you know me… I hate canceling.  I feel so guilty and I just hate it.  No matter how much notice I give someone, I still feel terrible on the inside. 

3. No big deal just travel back a forth for a bit to do the sessions and go back home to your classes – HA! Flights are not cheap.  Especially into Norfolk.  Ugh.  That’s a lot of traveling. 

4. School is more important Maddie, so cancel those sessions and move when you want.  BUT my mind says no you should stay here with your husband and your puppy.  The struggle. 

5. We move into a new apartment in two weeks.  I haven’t packed a thing. 🙂 

Those aren’t huge problems, I know my life could be a lot worse, but I am stressing.  I’ve never had anxiety problems before, ever, but holy cow I’ve been feeling more anxious than ever before… to the point I’ve cried for like four days straight and I don’t want to leave the house.  I don’t what to do.  I am 100% the worst at making decisions.  I just want everything to be settled.  

So what did this girl do?  She called her parents and they jumped in a car and they drove 20 hours to Virginia Beach.  I begged them to stay home so they didn’t have to pay hundreds to board our sweet dogs or take off of work with their own vacation time.  Unselfishly, they came anyways.  They helped me figure everything out and plan out the next few months.  I haven’t been able to sleep at night, so they took care of Tripp early in the morning so I could sleep in.  They bought boxes from Home Depot and helped me pack.  They have taken us to Top Golf, cooked dinner, and even paid for our out-to-eat meals several times.  Unselfishly.  They never said I owe them a thing.  If I didn’t have them here right now, I’d still be a mess trying to figure everything out and probably would have nothing done.  I’m not sure why all of a sudden I felt so overwhelmed, but it happened and I know I’m not the first one it’s happened too. 

Moral of the story, I’m thankful I have unselfish parents.  Parents who never turn me down when I ask for help.  Who never fail to be there when I really need it.  Parents who care for Cody just like they care for me.  Parents who are willing to drive 20 hours through the night to get here.  Parents who spend thousands every time Cody and I need or even want to be to be home for holidays or important family matters.  Who even booked a bigger condo in Florida this summer so Cody and I actually enjoy a vacation without worrying about money. 

I’ve seen firsthand that not everyone is blessed with such unselfish parents or people in their lives.  My heart hurts a little more each time I see it and then I’m reminded how blessed I really am.  I’m thankful I have really good, kind, and helpful parents.  I’m a lucky girl and I’m thankful I am blessed with the unselfish.