Sometimes I feel like there’s a total disconnect between the world I picture myself living in, and…well…reality.
Blame it on pinterest, but when I close my eyes, my home looks like a more eclectic version of pottery barn, I cook creative things, am incredibly organized, get to the gym 5 days a week and always have the perfect outfit to wear to work. It’s a total brown paper package, tied up with string.
In reality, my dog chewed our couch, I get sick of cooking during the week because I don’t have the energy for dirty dishes, we have at least 4 stacks of mail forming on the kitchen table and I’m on day three of “I’ll go to the gym tomorrow.” These are definitely not a few of my favorite things.
It’s easy to get down on ourselves during a busy week, to get frustrated when our home doesn’t look and feel the way we want it to, or to let a stack of mail become your own personal Waterloo. But you know what else is easy? Putting the Red Light on the negative thoughts, and focusing on the small things that bring you happiness. Maybe my house isn’t straight out of Better Homes & Gardens, but when I took a closer look I realized it’s still filled with brown paper packages…
A token from one of the happiest days of my life. Read this if you need help figuring it out. Oh, and that picture of us? The first one we ever took together.
These elephants are a keepsake that remind me of my grandparents. I don’t know the story behind them, but when my grandfather passed away this was what I asked to have from him house. For whatever reason, they remind me of them and my childhood.
Our “message in a bottle” guest book from our wedding. Can’t wait to smash this sucker open on our 1 year anniversary! Until then, it sits proudly on display above the kitchen cabinets.
A charming gift from a wonderful friend. Sara, I know you said this isn’t about you and I, but sometimes I pretend it is 😉
Unconditional love. Some things in life are indeed free.
Whether you’re having a hard week, or having a great one, it never hurts to stop and look around, count your blessings, and realize that even in the imperfect there is perfection to be found.