When it comes to making progress on a house, it’s not always easy. The dust, the dirt, the mistakes, the clutter… the unfinished-ness of it all can be frustrating, and the bright spots of seeing progress seem temporary in comparison to the project-fueled mess that us DIYers often find ourselves in.
But today, I caught a sweet glimpse of my house that gave me that little spark of contentment—the pride of knowing that someday, this house really will become exactly as I see it in my mind’s eye.
It’s rare, and fleeting, and basically insignificant… just a nice little planted pot that I’ve—shockingly—been able to keep alive for the last couple of months. But there it sat, on my kitchen windowsill… which was beefed up with some molding some time ago… with some white subway tile from the kitchen backsplash underneath… looking out at my blooming azaleas and letting some sun in now that the trees are gone… So it was also pretty awesome. I try to snap a picture whenever it happens because I know that pretty soon, doubt and frustration will set in again, and I’ll only see the 1001 things still left to do. Like cleaning that window now that spring rain has made it dirty again (see? not even through a post).
But that glimpse… that short little peek into the future… is definitely worth it.
Happy Friday, friends. Take a little time this weekend to catch a glimpse of the house you’re working toward, and give yourself a pat on the back (or in my case, a beer) for a job well done.