Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Moving Past Impossibilities
On Monday and again on Tuesday morning I was staring at an impossibility. Or at least it seemed impossible to me. But it really wasn't.
One important thing I've learned in life: there is a point in any task when it seems like the whole thing is worthless. That's when you have to stop, re-assess, pray. And then you have to take one more step. And another. And another. Just one step at a time.
I won't lie to you; the past two days have been rough. I'm tired. My shoulders hurt. I'm covered in bruises. Maybe moving furniture and books is easy for others. It's hard for me. But I am so glad that I did.
And I am especially glad that I stopped pray and to look at the task again. That cut-off piece of baseboard? Well, I remembered that my stepdad cut that out to make the bookcases fit into the room better. I am using those same bookcases. That's how I realized what I should do--that I should put the bookcases back where he had them. That's how I knew how to make that huge work table fit nicely into the room where I didn't think it fit and that I could not move it out of--I put it where he once had a different work table
The room needs some tweaking and a little redecorating but it's good to go. Things are where they need to be. The room works. Finally. And it's not a study anymore. It's a place to work with beads and wire and fabric. It's a place to read. It's a place to dream new dreams.
I am so grateful.
Life is good.
And I think I need a nap.....before I move on to the next space that needs tidying up and re-working.