Soon, E and I will be moving into our first home. That’s one of the big firsts I talked about when I last posted (oh so long ago) about the exciting things happening—new book, new home. Everything feels like a new beginning…
…but with new beginnings come hard work.
What started out as a few simple updates before we moved in has spiraled into a major renovation. Like all major projects, we’ve had moments of joy and discovery, moments of frustration and hardship. But we’re so close to being ready to move in! (We have to be out of our apartment just a few days before Tuesday, when Chasing the Sun launches. Life happens all at once, doesn’t it?)
And so, I’ve been busy. And ecstatic. And sometimes overwhelmed.
Yesterday, covered in sweat and sawdust from chopping planks of laminate flooring and walking back and forth between the garage and my (future) office to
snap force them into place, I realized something. There were maybe 10 square feet left to install. I could finally, after days, nights, weeks, sense the end of this project in my sights.
One little piece started giving me trouble, and I started putting all my weight and frustration into it.
And then I stopped. I took a deep breath.
Just when you’re close to the finish line, that’s when patience is most important.
Until next week…