Greed and my sense of urgency
A therapist told me several times to get my sense of urgency in check, but I told her, I have a job that requires urgency, I have things that have to be done if not by me, then by who, and I have a life I am trying to grab by the horns and live as much as I can so everything appears urgent to me. Exactly, she said.
A long time friend of mine and mentor told me to make refinancing my house a priority because come August 2nd interest rates were bound to go up, and so I spent the days leading up to vacation with an already jammed packed agenda creating urgency out of my mission to refinance. And I did. I made it my priority. I got it done. And signed on it at 4.6979% interest for another (gulp) 30 years. Today, I read the feds have pointedly decided to tell the world they are going to keep interest rates low until 2013 and rates are going down to 4.30%.
So tonight as we celebrate with some chilled Louis Roederer and a pizza, I am not going to regret having done it but I will use it as a lesson for the next time something comes across my path marked URGENT. It’s not that I want to be greedy, after all we are talking about .3979% of a point, it’s more the urgency with which I felt I had to wrestle this beast to the ground and keep it there in a white-knuckle half-Nelson even while far away in the land of Spain, supposedly away from it all. Even there, I did not loosen up but enlisted friends who enlisted friends to make sure the appraiser got in, the work on the house got finished, and the refi would happen.
It’s not that I could get a better rate tomorrow, it’s that I again did not believe in tomorrow, and lasso’d a posse to bring that 20-mule team to bed yesterday.
No one wants to be me, I can assure you.