Balancing the Warrior 3

While leaving room for a renewal of faith in the contractor, I believe I need to remain braced for the worst. Based on the performance of this past two months, it feels entirely possible that allowing him to build the lab/rooftop garden will leave me with an even nastier trash pile than the one festering from the demolition of the old building. Firing his stonewalling ass and taking a loss on the money I gave him might be the more economical action. I don't give a flying fuck what lives behind your stone wall, my honey-doing dear. I want the work I paid a hefty deposit for and I damn sure don't want to pay the other half for what YOU think I need any more than I trust your memory of our last design consultation more than 2 months ago.

I believe I am holding steady. My core support network is monitoring closely. Sincere gratitude, my cherished friends. I'm keeping my therapy toolbox open and active while I let this one be just plain hard. Mother Nature may be inserting her two cents worth in to the mix. The weather forecast for next week looks dicey. The best part of the project I have assigned myself beneath the studio windows is that it is on the opposite side of the house from the festering health/safety hazard I have been looking at for too many weeks now.

Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.