Have you ever really considered what kind of emotion your house causes to rise up in you? I finally gave it some serious thought one day when I walked past my bathroom and caught myself snickering at it and doing the malicious eye roll. For real, I did. I stopped myself mid-step and laughed as I wondered what in the world my bathroom had done to me to deserve such a reaction. That’s when it hit me that homes have a persona whether we want them to or not. I saw my home as my enemy. Time and change gave me a new perspective on the ol’ girl and I’m thrilled to be able to share that with you here today.I wanted desperately to enjoy living here but I couldn’t. For years the walls that separated us were made up of more than sheet rock and 2x4s. I didn’t like her. I didn’t find her beautiful. She was a nuisance. I tried painting her with new furniture and decor but my feelings didn’t change. I was holding grudges against her….
Today, I am posting over at Nester’s place. Would you please visit me there and leave a comment letting me know your thoughts on the subject? It is something I’m really digging deep into lately and I’d love to stir up some dialogue.
Thank you, Nester for allowing me to share my heart on your corner of cyberspace. I appreciate it, girl!
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