LAST YEAR I declared right here out in the open for the whole world to hold me accountable that I was going to:
1. Turn my coat closet into a mudroom.
2. Upgrade my powder room.
3. Makeover my laundry room.
4. Give my foyer a facelift.
Unless you count the three canvas bins I put on the shelf in the closet as “turning my coat closet into a mudroom,” here I sit one year and 23 days later having completed only two of those four projects. The foyer, pictures to follow, and my laundry room. A whopping 50%. An “F” if we’re back in school. So if you grade me on my performance for 2014, I failed. An incomplete in two out of four endeavors. Right?
It’s all about perspective. And I often find myself channeling the wrong one. When I introduced the Real Mom Monday hashtag I talked a little bit about the human desire to overachieve. Always wanting more instead of being content in the moment. Always comparing ourselves to what we see others doing, which is particularly easy to do when our lives are spewed all over the Internet. Yeah, I cleaned my whole house today. But she ran 10 miles through icy road conditions and burned 697 calories. Yeah, I took my kid to the library today and taught him how to say “night night!” But he just made partner at the law firm. Yeah, I finished reading a really great book today. But she made homemade chia and flaxseed muffins from all-natural ingredients she harvested from her rooftop urban garden. blah, Blah, BLAH.
My friends, in 2015 I’ve decided to stop drinking from the half-empty glass of Kool-Aid. Instead of saying I completed only half of what I wanted to do last year, I’m going to go ahead and say I’m batting .500. For those of you who don’t know much about baseball, this means I’m pretty awesome. I’m done not feeling awesome about what I’ve accomplished. I’m done wishing I could have completed more and letting those feelings cast a shadow upon all the glorious awesome-ness I’ve managed to experience and create. Done!
Today I am celebrating this AMAZING thing I did in 2014. I turned this:
With my own two hands.
Okay, that’s not completely true. I did have some help from my painter’s two hands.
I learned quite a few things in 2014. The first being that I can’t do everything I want to do right now. Or this week, this month or even, as this post illustrates so clearly, this year. I can’t. I can’t get every single project done around the house, cook dinner every night, stay at home with my son, wash his diapers, teach him sign language, blog every other day (or every other month), work on my muffin top, write a novel and have a super-successful professional career.
And I need to be okay with that.
The second thing I learned is that I can accomplish a lot on my own. But I can accomplish even more with help.
When I made my four item to do list for 2014 my son was only 3 months old. For all practical purposes he was a small blob I could move around from the kitchen to the living room to my office to my bedroom depending on what it was I wanted to do at the time. Sometimes I didn’t even need to pick him up because he was snuggled warmly to my chest in my woven baby carrier.
But as he got older and less blob-like he let me know he had his own agenda. Following me around the house all day so I could get everything on my to-do list done was not high on his list of priorities.
There are a ton of growing pains to sort through when you become a parent, one of the most aggravating being that it will take you twice as long to do things and you have about a quarter of the time you used to have to do them. I’m no math whiz, but if you set yourself up with an insurmountable to-do list then your chances of getting everything done by yourself are about as good as your chances of winning the Hunger Games armed with nothing but an electric toothbrush and your extensive knowledge of 90s rap song lyrics. But hey, may the odds be ever in your favor.
So this year I learned to ask for help when I’m feeling like I can’t do it alone. This is exactly what happened with this stencil project, which had been hanging over my head for months. I just couldn’t find the time to finish it myself. I finally admitted that asking for help would be better than suffering through the darn project all by myself.
I’m so glad my painter came to the rescue because I’m absolutely thrilled with the end result.
I moved the rug from my son’s nursery into the foyer because it was getting really bunched up under the furniture in his room. I think it was a combination of the flat weave style rug over wall-to-wall carpet that caused the bunching. The rug is so gorgeous and I’m pleased it fits here.
The stencil makes its way all the way down into the hallway leading to the garage. The doors on the left are to the coat-closet-yet-to-be-turned-mudroom and the door on the right leads to the still-covered-in-plaid-wallpaper-powder-room.
There you have it. An amazing project I (with help) FINISHED in 2014! I’m going into this year with an open mind, an organic to-do list and a muzzle on that little voice reminding me of what I didn’t do.
What are your plans for 2015?