War Paint

The time has come for me to make our house a home. In fact, our poor house is long overdue. It's been a process for me to come to a place where I am able to begin tackling this project.

See, first I realized that even when I liked our house, I didn't take pride in it. I didn't take care of our house. I didn't adorn our house. I didn't get to know our house. Truth be told, I simply didn't want to put in the work. Within the last couple of months, a desire has grown in me to make our house our own. To change it, to update it, to add color that reflects me and my family. I have come up with SO many plans to accomplish this new goal. But, I didn't really follow through with any of them--until I bought tiny sample cans of paint a few days ago. This has spurred many other new ideas in both my husband and myself. Still, it initially inspired little action. I planned and planned, but I wasn't moving forward. I even asked my husband WHY he wasn't taking me seriously.

At last, this morning, it hit me. I haven't been taking MYSELF seriously. I have been thinking and planning, but I haven't taken action. How can I expect anyone else to take me seriously when I don't take myself seriously??

So, this morning, I put one of my plans in motion. My husband and I have talked about carpeting our house. It would be a pretty big ordeal because all of our knick knacks and smaller furniture would have to be packed up and moved to the kitchen or out of the house. Normally, I wouldn't do anything, but sit around and wait for my husband to get us motivated to take the necessary steps to get carpet. Today, however, I motivated myself. I packed up everything in our dining room. I wrapped all our decorations and china carefully, boxed it up, and stored it in our kitchen.

Once I was done, I was so proud of myself! I had quickly sorted through our things as I packed. Trash went in the trashcan and unloved items went in bags and boxes to be given away. Sure, there are still 4 more rooms to go...but 1 room is already complete!

As I washed the newspaper ink off my hands, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I laughed at myself as I noticed two black streaks of ink across my forehead:

{Hmm, I really need to pluck, lol!}

Battle scars from Room #1. I realized, too, that it would be my war paint for Room #2. These "scars" tell Room #2 and myself that I mean business. I've defeated one room, I can certainly defeat another.

Bring it on, Living Room!