Being Content With My Home

There always seems to be something to do to the house.  People ask me (as we have been married almost a year now and the house is fully furnished) if I am “done.”  I don’t think I will ever be done.  I think it is part of being a psycho about decorating.  But another part of it is accepting things aren’t always perfect.  There is so much more I want to do but there is only so much time in a day and so many paint fumes that are physically healthy to consume in one setting.  So here is a bit of my to do list…

Have no idea where to put this…and should probably paint it…All I can say is, this wall is crazy, but works for now…This could be better organized… This is the wrong shade of blue… We sleep on a futon…and I haven’t made the bed yet…This needs to be painted… Along with this…This wall could be better balanced… And yet somehow, in the middle of all these imperfections, we still live.  We still love.  We still invite people over.  It is so easy for me to get caught up in what needs to be done, but sometimes I just need to stop and be content at where it is at the moment.  And really, it is fine.  Beautiful even.