I am tremendously stressed by the prospect of selling my late mother’s house. I can only imagine how I would have felt selling it right after she died, instead of renting it out.
So now that I’m selling, I worry that:
- Every move I make is wrong
- There are too many moving parts and I will get confused
- Mom AND Dad are looking down from heaven disapproving of my every choice, and …
- There is so, so much money at stake that any mistake will cost thousands
Then I thought about the converse: a big purchase instead of a big sale. Just last year we bought a car that cost about 25 – 30 percent of the potential proceeds from this house sale.
And how much time did I spend stressed about that purchase? Not a second. How much time did worry about the different options and moving parts? An hour, max. Was I stressed that I was making a poor financial decision that would cost me thousands? No, because I could hear Mom AND Dad say, “Don’t bother us about some crazy electric car, we’re drinking Brandy Alexanders up here.”
Yet, even though that is some AIRTIGHT logic, I am still stressed out.