Goals

 This week I’m going to be planning and putting together a reveal party to show off my “new” bedroom set. This is a set of furniture I bought new in 1988 (can you picture the orange oak?), and finally gave new life after years - literally, years - of trying to figure out how I’d do it, and just what I’d do. What color paint? What new handles? How? Where?

In fits and starts, I finally made the choices and took action. It came together in a way that made me happy, but the process was like a path of potholes. If self-limitation was an art form, I’d qualify for a doctorate in Fine Arts. I set up so many unnecessary roadblocks that I might still be using orange furniture with that one drawer with rope handles where the ceramic and brass pieces broke. I’d still be second-guessing my color choices, my ability to apply decorative touches, the process of filling some holes and drilling some new ones.

Honestly, I can self-sabotage in a nano-second. What pulls me out of those times are the finishes, the checked-off items, the to-dos turned into ta-das. When I internalize how good it feels to reach the finish line, I can—hopefully—utilize that as the carrot I need to run after, rather than continue to perfect procrastination.

All that aside, I can revel in the finishing of this project, and having set a date to show it off, can work this week towards having a modicum of order in my apartment. 

Goals with dates attached can be acheived! I’m grateful to be feeling the truth of that.