Something simple that proved very difficult // Algo sencillo que resultó muy difícil

Hello my friends of catharsis, this community allows me to unburden myself and renew my strength, also maybe my experiences will help others to fight against adversity, because we must always have strength to overcome any obstacle.

Today is one of those days in which I feel the overwhelming need to release tensions, my heart beats with intensity before the imminent visit of my youngest son, who two and a half years ago undertook the journey through Central America to the United States in search of realizing his dreams and obtaining a better future.

These have been difficult days for me, because on many occasions I have felt the need to have him and his sister, who also lives there, close to me.

In the midst of this cocktail of emotions, I embarked on the task of preparing the house to welcome my son with open arms and with everything in order. However, what seemed to be a simple process has turned into an unexpected and exhausting challenge. The search for quality and beautiful paint at an affordable price has turned into an odyssey, where every attempt to find the perfect shade has resulted in disappointment.

The difficulties in getting the right paint have been just the beginning of a series of setbacks that have been sapping my patience and resilience. The painter in charge of beautifying the fences of the house, besides demanding a high cost for his work, has shown a remarkable lack of commitment and professionalism.

Their constant tardiness, informality and lack of compliance with the agreements reached have generated in me an increasing level of stress and concern.

The idea that my son could arrive by surprise at any moment and find a half-finished house fills me with anxiety and fear. I wish with all my being that every corner of this home reflects the love and dedication with which I have prepared for his arrival. I long for the varnished furniture to shine with new life, for the walls to gleam with freshness and for every detail to be in place to welcome him with joy and pride.

However, the reality is that disappointment has taken hold of me. Each obstacle, each setback, has been sapping my energy and enthusiasm, leaving room for annoyance and disappointment. Not being able to control this situation and having to depend on the goodwill of others has generated some stress in me.

In the midst of this mix of emotions and unforeseen events, I try to remain calm and serene. I recognize that the most important thing in this wait is not the material details or the perfection of the decorations, but the unconditional love and genuine connection that unites my son and me. Deep down, I know he will arrive with a heart full of love and gratitude, ready to embrace me tightly and enjoy every moment we are together, regardless of the state of the house.

So today, in the midst of so much turmoil, it gives me strength to think that the true beauty of this encounter lies in love, understanding and acceptance. The obstacles and difficulties have served to strengthen me, I am painting myself and I am happy to be able to do so.