I think my position would be described as hitting the wall. That part of the race where you think you can’t, no, YOU CAN’T make it to the end. Forget the pace, forget the applause. It’s not gonna happen. But then you see a sign and you push. And you hear a voice and you push. And you close your eyes for a second and say, just make it to that stop sign. And before you know it, you have finished the race.
It must be amazing.
I have never run a marathon, but I feel like I have been running for many more than 26.2 miles. I am exhausted. I am beaten down. I have been going to bed before 9pm.
We close on the new house in less than 48 hours. And then our family will be here and they will cheer us on and carry us through cuz they’re cool like that.
And then I just might collapse.
The fact is we are tired. There are things to do and we have so far to go before we finish. I’d like to think of the closing as the finish line, but the fact is, it will only be the beginning. New beginnings are good, but they take work.
We’re gonna need a lot of signs.