The entire idea of a gratitude journal is thinking about what you’re grateful for every day. If you have read everyone of these entries, first I’d like to ask you why, you might have noticed I’m not always grateful. Some days I wake-up spiteful or annoyed or depressed, and forget the purpose of this writing.
Today I am thankful. The day is named Thanksgiving. If we can’t figure out it is a day for giving thanks then we’re really lost. This year has been filled with challenges. Overbearing and overwhelming challenges. Ones that I often thought were too big for more, and there are more on the horizon.
As I wrote yesterday, part A of my three part plan has fallen into place. That is 1/3 of a problem solved and it took a lot longer than I would have liked to solve it. It has us in a bit of a hole. One if unresolved we’d fall through shortly. Now that it is in the process of being resolved it is a weight lifted.
That brings us into what we should be the most thankful for. The people helping us. I wouldn’t have been able to pull off even that one move if it wasn’t for connections I have made at the bank. I have worked on establishing a relationship with the bankers and those that work at the bank and that has been a big help.
On the real estate side of things the real estate team I worked with to do the 1031 exchange and the settlement attorney I choose were all very helpful. I couldn’t have made those deal without them and their help. We are now moving closer and closer to having all these deals end up where we want them. Get these places rented, do some math, and have more income to support my mother.
I also have to be thankful for the insurance agent my father used. He has been beyond helpful in everything this year. It is weird to thank someone for taking tens of thousands of dollars from you, but when so many other companies and people were giving me a hard time and making it difficult for me to do what I needed he helped.
Finally, I would be remiss, if I didn’t mention my own family. That includes my wife and kids but also my sisters and my niece. Family is a difficult and complicated thing. My father didn’t make it easy to love him and so many from our family stayed away and continue to distance themselves, but those of us who are here have helped each other through this year.
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