Gratitude in the Middle

 I have projects going. I love it when I can imagine each ones’s completion. 

My main project at the moment is an overhaul of a bedroom set I purchased in 1988. It was full of the glory of it’s era: orange-colored oak (I suppose “golden” would be it’s description), brass and ceramic pulls, some of which didn’t make the transition to the present, and all the wear and tear that just happens. 

This project has been years in the making; What color? How? Where to do it? How do I start? and all the other Master Procrastinator’s excuses. Finally - finally - the end is in sight! The progress is unmistakable, because it no longer comes close to resembling it’s original state. I’m so pumped by this project that I will throw a Bedroom Set Party! Consider this post your invitation! Date and time TBA.

This has taught me some lessons, or at least highlighted some of my self-sabotaging ways. If I never begin, then I don’t have to worry about the end product not being “perfect”. If I don’t use any of the materials I’ve amassed for other projects, then I’ll never run out of them. Always ready, never moving. 

Well, not anymore! Here’s one nearly done! And the sense of gratitude I feel runs deep. Thank You for creative thoughts. Thank You for supportive friends. Thank You for the income which allowed me to buy the needed materials.

Thank You for the view from the middle!