This week I did one of my least favorite things. Prepping walls for painting. But it really got me thinking. Would I really want to just be able to snap my fingers and have all of it done for me? Well, maybe the part where I was scrubbing stains of dog sickness off the walls, but it did occur to me that perhaps what I am so proud of in my finished products is the detail work. Anyone can slap a coat of paint on. Not everyone can make it look nice. And, admittedly, we have a few spots in this house that you can tell there is spackle underneath that isn't sanded well enough. Overall, though, I think I do a pretty good job.
So as I spent hour after hour sanding, washing, measuring stripes, and then taping them off, I tried to remind myself that this is the part that will ultimately make the room a success or a failure. That I'm glad I spent an hour at Sherwin Williams with them retinting a paint so that it matched (that was actually kinda fun). And I'm glad that I climbed a ladder 5 million times, even if I'm still incredibly sore. By the way? Try strapping 20 pounds to your stomach after you haven't worked out in 6 months and climb a ladder. Talk about exercise!
I do think that ultimately I'll be proud of what I've accomplished, just like I'm proud when I cook from scratch, study hard for a test, train for a race, or any of the other not-so-fun things that get me where I'm going. I just need to remember to enjoy the journey a bit more, I suppose. So, from now on...bring on the sanding! Yay! Ok, I'm not there yet. But I'm trying.