Disappointment

Painting a bedroom seems like a horrible chore to be avoided at all costs by my family members. They want the job done, but they don’t want to actually do it. I, on the other hand, enjoy painting. It takes work, but I love the simple change that happens with just a couple of coats of paint. Everything is refreshed and new.

I had a plan. An immediate plan for next year, and a sort of long-term plan that I was going to nail down after the short-term plan. Earlier this week I got some disappointing news. My immediate plan will not be happening. I still have that long term plan, but now, I don’t have the luxury of time to build up to it.

I feel a bit lost now. I need to make some real decisions about my life and career, but that lost, cut loose feeling is overwhelming. So I gave myself a couple of days. I felt sorry for myself and reorganized my thoughts and plans.

I painted. Oldest and Youngest switched bedrooms. Oldest had paint samples all over the walls but had never picked one. Youngest took over the bedroom, but it needed to be all one color, so I painted. Youngest chose the color “Creme Fraiche” which is basically white. The room looks really nice. It’s a smooth creamy blank space where Youngest can set up her room for her junior and senior years of high school.

Painting a room is my metaphor for the day. The walls in that room were dinged up, dingy, and worn out which is exactly how I have felt this week. The coat of “Creme Fraiche” refreshed both the bedroom and me. Now I have a bright foundation for a creative productive beautiful future.