The house is coming along. Some days I feel overwhelmed by all there is left to do, other days I feel confidant that everything will work out and even if it doesn’t it will. Those days, apparently, I am full of zen contradictions. I’m like a damn hippie riddled with anxiety.
These are the things I have learned about myself.
1. I am a picky person when it comes to paint colors. I didn’t think I would be. And then, when I started to notice that I kind of maybe was a little bit, I tried to deny it saying things like, “Oh I don’t really care except I hate all those colors except this one and no I actually hate that one, too.” At some point (I think it was the point where I bought the 36th sample of orange paint to try in the bedroom) I had to admit to myself that I am a picky paint person. I don’t know why this is such a hard thing for me to embrace, but I suspect it goes back to my extreme need to please ALL THE PEOPLE. If I’m picky, I might be frustrating, and if I’m frustrating I might lose all my friends and live alone forever.
I may or may not have been a drama major in high school.
2. I forgot this thing that I learned about myself. If I remember it, or re-learn it, I’ll get back to you.
3. Painting and fixing up an empty house is not unlike cleaning out a hoarder’s house, as it turns out. You spend all day working and at the end of the day you feel like nothing’s been accomplished. You feel certain that this will NEVER EVER END. The jobs just keep adding up. They seem endless. Overwhelming is an understatement. And, yet. My mom’s house got cleaned up. So here’s hoping that someday September will be over and I’ll be settled in my orange-no-purple-no-brown-no-back-to-orange bedroom writing a post about how THANK GOD 2013 is almost over and perhaps I’m about to become superstitious about odd-numbered years.
I’m sorry. I don’t think this post makes any sense whatsoever. Have some pretty pictures of the sky to make up for it.
Mmm. Sky porn.
Also, I know how you feel on the paint front. My Dad was a house-painter for his entire life, so when you grow up with that kind of influence, you end up judgey and hyper-critical of other people’s paint jobs/colors (or rather, I did). It takes me FOREVER to pick a paint color for anything, but I LOVE it, and so really all you have to do is embrace your idiosyncrasies and join the paint snob club with me. ;)