It’s the first week of me working on my Love Where You Live project, and I cannot believe how much my perspective on home has already changed. I have SO so much to share, friends. But I’ll start with a short story for your weekend.
This week has been packed with deadlines, new work beginnings, new projects, and a whole lot of startup work for Little Paper Projects AND teaching yoga. The timing is a little crazy, but after I made it to the other side, I still had the same level of motivation that I did at the beginning of the week. I felt energized. And I launched, both feet forward, into the Love Where You Live Project.
At the same time, I’m also reading Gretchen Rubin’s book Happier at Home. And the combination of the two is incredibly inspiring. (Next week I’ll share excerpts from her book because – seriously – it’s SO good!)
Yesterday, after Cal went off to school, Max immediately started playing with his cars and trucks in our living room. If you have a toddler, or a baby, or have ever had one, you know that these moments of independent play are a rare and beautiful opportunity for you to get some stuff done. I took that moment to run down to the storage area in our basement and grab our fall/winter storage bins.
You know those projects you always mean to get to, but never quite finish?
This is that project.
So I brought up the clothes, started the process of organizing. And, just as I was getting to the good part, Max arose from his independent play to show me he had discovered a cup of juice from Cal’s breakfast, and proceeded to shake the juice all over the living room, dining room, and kitchen floors. GREAT.
One project started, and a new one arrived.
After I got him settled with a snack (that was, after all, his goal with the juice mess), I started to wipe up the mess, but it wasn’t long before I noticed all of the other places that needed to be cleaned. And I launched, again, with both feet, into a full kitchen clean up.
The background of this story is a little involved. Basically, we bought this 110-year old house a little over two years ago and immediately started renovating. The place was a disaster of dust, and paint, and materials, for months. A lot of our life changed in that time. And we continued on our projects, but at a much slower pace.
And things were missed – or never done. Like the VERY necessary work of washing the ceiling, walls, and the areas behind our fridge and stove. Like scrubbing down all of the muck and grease and dust that was a result of years of neglect by the previous owners. And us.
So last night, in a fit of inspiration, I asked my husband to move the oven and fridge. And I spent an HOUR scrubbing, wiping, scrubbing, and soaking the stubborn stains.
And afterwards, I felt new. Renewed.
And we talked about plans to renovate our kitchen. And we set it in motion. And this weekend we start painting.
So I share this story because sometimes we are inherently motivated. And sometimes we need some inspiration. Some motivation. Something to light the candle. Something to spark our flame. And get excited about the projects we have to do, but never really want to do.
So I encourage you, friend, to sign up for our Love Where You Live class, read Gretchen Rubin’s book Happier at Home, and get started on loving where you live.