Micah and I had our plan. I may have mentioned it before. It was to pay off my student loans as quickly and painlessly as possible using Micah’s bonus check and the raise he would be getting after his first year as a salaried employee. We thought it was a good plan and that we could pay off the loans long before Simon entered kindergarten. Within a year or two even. And then September happened and we knew there would be no bonus and no raise at the end of his first year. And I began to grumble and worry and be anxious about how long it would take us to dig ourselves out of this little debt-hole and get to higher ground. And then we read Elder Bednar’s talk about prayer and decided one night to take his suggestion to give a “thanks only” prayer.
And then I felt a little silly because: we have a place to live. We are not in danger of losing that place to live. We have a fairly secure income. We both have the ability to freelance if that income becomes less secure. We have good health. We have a healthy child who is smart and fun and handsome (at least when he doesn’t have crusty snot around his nose). We like each other. A lot. We come from good families. We both graduated from college. We know how to drive (but we don’t need a car — thankfully). We come from good families who support us in our crazy endeavors. We lived in Hawaii for a few years. We live in Brooklyn. We have clothes and shoes in our closet and food in our cupboards and fridge (and Simon’s closet). We can be a family forever. We have peace. And so on and so forth.
I still find myself getting anxious and sad when I think about how things are going to take longer than we had originally planned, but then I remember that we are actually doing really well and I am grateful.