From a family emergency to a very-much-needed house remodel. Right now the kitchen and dining room are torn apart with everything piled in the living room (with still more tearing apart that needs to be done). The downstairs bathroom is also on tap for this round of demolition. Once the downstairs is complete, the upstairs bathroom will be next.
From emotional to environmental. Completely different but yet they share similar threads.
Like breakdown to breakthrough.
I know once this remodel is done it’s going to be soooo wonderful. Our house was built in 1981 and looks it. This was a long overdue project. But getting there requires destruction. It requires things to look worse before they look better. And this is something I must keep reminding myself of as I pick my way through the sawdust and stacks of kitchen utensils looking for the coffee pot.
You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs.
You can’t transform a kitchen and a dining room without tearing out what’s currently there.
You can’t grow and welcome what you really, truly want in your life (and your business) without getting rid of what’s no longer serving you.
And while the downstairs looks worse and worse, I must continue to find and hold my center. I must continue to breathe even when I feel like I’m going to lose my mind as I search for a clean glass. And I must continue to find a way to write even in the midst of chaos — no matter what form that chaos takes.
Until next time.