After three months of sitting on a bucket of paint, we finally painted our bedroom this past week. I can't tell you how good it feels to get rid of the last of the biscuit-colored walls. Once we start working on our bathroom, they'll be gone for good. It's a slow going process, but this place is starting to look more like ours every day, and less like a soulless vessel used to attract the highest offer. More importantly, it's starting to feel like ours... feel like home.
Without getting myself tangled in a web of resolutions I know I'll never follow through with, I have made one major decision for the upcoming year: To stop procrastinating, and to start DOING. Although I wouldn't consider myself a chronic procrastinator, I have spent a good amount of my life putting things off until I've either forgotten about them or until I am panic-stricken, trying to get them done. Neither is good, and neither sets a good example of character for my child. Not only do I want to DO the things that will provide the best possible life for my family, but I also want Cheech to understand that DOING things, and not waiting around for them to somehow magically happen is one of the key ingredients to happiness and success in this world.
Admittedly, these past few years, although filled to the brim with joy, have also been pretty intense for me. In a fairly short amount of time, we've gotten married, made a big move, had a child, started a business, and become property owners. Through all this, my procrastination techniques have gotten completely out of hand. Faced with so many BIG things, I have found myself feeling very easily overwhelmed by even the tiniest tasks, and therefore choosing to not DO because it's simply the easiest option. Don't get me wrong... it can be nice to turn your brain off and scroll through a shit ton of meaningless images on Pinterest when you really should be painting your bedroom, but too much of a nice thing can very quickly turn into too much of a stupid thing. I don't know about you guys, but I really don't feel very good about myself when I do stupid things.
So no more sitting on buckets of paint for me. This will be the year of getting stuff done. I will own you, 2013. I owe it to myself, I owe it to my family, and I owe it a little bit to my MIL, who keeps hounding me for not keeping up with this blog.
P.S. Did you notice our Joinery blanket? We went for the stripes instead, and I never would have thought that I could develop such a strong emotional connection to my bedding.