I feel like I say this about every project but truly this home office makeover reveal was a long time coming. It gave me a fit. And by fit, I mean, it really challenged my nerves. And by challenged my nerves, I mean, there were tears involved. Several. Times.
It’s not that I didn’t have confidence in my abilities. I knew I could make the place special. It was because I wanted to make it SO special that I got off track some how.
I thought for sure I would “take the ‘net by storm” with my ideas and “wow ‘em” with my grand visions of reclaimed wood paneled walls.
But the more spun up I got over a window that was not centered, a treadmill that only made it out of the room because we took the side covers off and a cable hook up that threatened to “ruin the entire operation” the more I lost track of who I was really building this space around.
I know. I feel awful for even writing it much less saying it out loud.
I was walking out of the room in a fit of frustration when I caught a glimpse of the bushes right outside the window. They were blowing in the wind and it was in that moment I got back on track. The bushes, normally well manicured, had taken a back seat to address the growing demands of this blogger’s life.
I went back in the room with a fresh perspective and renewed sense of creativity. I incorporated cherished family favorites with thrift store finds. I was intentional about using pieces that recalled days spent playing tennis, kayaking down the Colorado River, snowboarding in Whistler and a love of pottery and trees.
In the end, it all came together in one afternoon. So far, the treadmill has not found a new home and the filing cabinets have yet to arrive. I’ve learned it’s not about creating a “perfect” space but creating an environment that crafts a sense of freedom and builds an appreciation for the person that fills this space.
Many blessings for a happy weekend,