So I was redoing my bedroom for a fresh start to the new year (see post #246). My bed frame had arrived last weekend. My bedding came 2 days ago and I had purchased new lamps that same evening. And finally my bed side tables had arrived last night. I got my kids in bed and poured myself a big glass of wine while I sat down to assemble my bed side tables. The bedding came out of the wash and I was ready to make my new bed up. I got the bed side tables situated on both sides and put the matching lamps in place. I stood back and smiled proudly at the sight before me. I grabbed my phone to take a picture of it to text to some friends. And then before doing so, I stopped. I still didn't have lamp shades yet. I had my lamps, but I hadn't found shades that I liked yet, so I didn't have them. And the bed side tables. I liked them, but they were a little shorter than I had thought. Would I keep them? Was it that they were too short or was it just that they were different? Also, I wanted a couple more patterned throw pillows as decoration. The room wasn't done. I couldn't send the pic out yet. And then I stopped to think about the metaphor of how this room compared to my life itself. I thought my life had been "complete" once I had met my then husband. I thought we were on a path. I thought when I had my first son that this would be my family forever. I thought I would never feel as close to anyone as I did to my husband when my son was born. I thought when my second son arrived that again this was my new and improved family. I thought I would be having a third child with this same man within a couple years after having my second. I never anticipated the dramatic change that had occurred in my life over the past year. I never expected to be redoing my bedroom, alone. But my life wasn't over. Sure, it was changing but it was certainly not over. Every point that I had thought was officially established had turned out to be just a stepping stone to something else. I looked around my room and realized the same was true here. The moment I got this room designed to perfection would be exactly when it was time to move and adjust again to a new space. And then who knew how long I would be there before another door opened? I decided to go ahead and post my pic of the room tonight, because looking at it made me feel very happy. And since life had proved to be a never ending work in progress, I figured I might as well just stop for a minute to enjoy this.
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