Flying when things are going well

Things are going well. I could not have predicted any of this last month. My house has been on the market a total of four days when I got an offer. My smart talented realtor helped me counteroffer. Nothing extravagant and just slightly different than the offer. It was accepted. Now I am in a place that I have never been before. This is the first house I have ever bought and the first house I have ever sold. I signed the contract this morning and it went to the buyers' realtor.

I know I should be breathing a sigh of relief. I am not quite at that point. Don't get me wrong, I am glad of the offer. I am ready to move forward and away from where I lived for 20 plus years. And yet, there is that nagging feeling of  letting go of the comfortable moving into the uncomfortable and then on to something more amazing. My head knows that. My head knows that I deserve this. That I have been struggling for a few years now. It is allowed for me to be joyful. It is allowed for me to exhale.

I am still holding my breath, just a little bit. What if the home inspection uncovers something disastrous? What if the buyers change their minds? What if, what if, what if? Why is that I never imagine or ponder the opposite? What if things go remarkably well? What if we really close on September 29th? What if I am able to find a place to live soon?

I need to focus on the positive potential outcomes. Because they could most certainly happen. Negativity is not always a guarantee and I should stop treating it as such.