Just because I like to organize doesn't mean my living space is 100% awesome all the time.
Nope, far from it.
This is my bedroom on a Friday morning. Such a hodgepodge of craziness. Many of you who don't know me don't know that my family is currently in transition. We sold our house in September and are currently living at my mom's house until my husband lands a new job.
That means we're living in my old room (more recently, my brother's old room) in the basement. Bebe guns, motocross collectibles, and all. Some days, it drives me nuts. It's a weird feeling. Being in your childhood home but not really feeling like you're "home."
Today, I'm embracing this space and where we're at. I'm looking past the imperfections, which incessantly raise the questions, "What's next?" and "What are you doing here?" Honestly, I don't know what's next for our family. But as long as I am surrounded by people that love me, does it really matter? My son isn't old enough to remember this phase of his life, but I know one day I'll fondly recall him being able to wake up and give big smiles to his mammy (my mom). This place is where he first started crawling, giving kisses, and saying, "Mama." How can I complain about that?
If you're in transition, too, don't let it bother you. Embrace the uncertainty. Fighting it and wishing things were different will only leave you feeling fatigued and unsatisfied. I think that being mindful in this state pushes us to think about what's truly significant to us. It helps us acknowledge how amazing it feels when we reach where we aspire to be. It makes us feel human, because not all days are good days and that's okay.
What can you appreciate about your not-so-perfect place?