We are knee deep in flood clean-up. Sanding dust, paint, flooring, new walls, are all a part of our current season.
In the beginning of this journey, I saw it as a chance to make the room beautiful.
Prior to the flood, I actually entertained myself in my idle time by imagining what I would like to change in that dated room with the orange metal mini-blinds and the ceiling fans from 1980.
Now, as I face school starting next week and the disorder of everything from the bedroom being stuffed in every other room, I mostly just want it to be finished.
But it will be a shame if we don’t finish it well.
It would be a crying shame if we went through all of this disorder and then regretted that we didn’t make the most of the opportunity to do it the right way.
Endurance is the key. Ignoring the discomfort, the dirt, the complicated moments, and remembering that at the end of it all is a lovely bedroom that we will enjoy for years.
I am rolling pale blue paint on the ceiling and thinking that I always face life like I have faced this room.
At first, I don’t mind the catastrophes that turn things upside down. But when I weary of dealing with the consequences, I want to quit. Then I give myself a pep talk and push through.
I am always grateful in the end.
Am I the only person who can’t seem to remember that pressing through always produces results worthy of the effort?
Some day I hope I can learn to skip the drama and walk through these situations with grace from beginning to end.
I suppose that day will come eventually.
But today, I will keep my head up and my paint roller moving, as I remember this:
