A couple weeks ago I shared our farmhouse living room reveal [HERE] and one of the most common responses I got from that post was...
"I love how white and bright this room is, but why would you dare to have a white living room with 3 young kids!?"
I smiled endlessly at this question, as I too, asked myself this question MANY times when designing this space. I could give you many explanations that to me make perfect sense but to others still may not justify my course of action. Bottom line, I love white and I love inspirational spaces; I love the idea of perfection but understand I will never actually achieve it.
But still, I try. I create spaces that breath, I design rooms that carry life, and I crave beauty in all that I do. That's why my headline reads "Creatively Inspiring Beauty," because that's what life is to me. It's a combination of perfectly messy and imperfectly beautiful. And no matter what, I will always strive to make my messes beautiful because sometimes in life that's all we can hope for.
However, I've hit a wall recently. You know those tiny squares that we constantly look through each day; the squares that make up thousands of beautiful pictures, each possessing some version of timeless perfection. Ya, those. Today, as I scrolled through them I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy rise up inside me as I scanned the room before me; seeing a mound of unfolded laundry, beside it, a combination of miscellaneous toys that in no way belonged together and snack wrappers, and dirt. Just endless amounts of dirt and dust on every surface (and I'd already vacuumed).
I instantly felt this sinking feeling in my gut. So badly, I wanted to run and hide; admittedly, that's what I've been using my oversized closet for. But instead, all I could do was just stare at the mess before me; I felt powerless to it, questioning if this is what my life had come to. I could feel the hopelessness descend further and further inside of me until I felt there was no way out. It's suddenly occurred to me that I had made this mess; I had "wanted" this mess. So why wasn't I more okay with it?
I think so often we want something so badly; we make it our dream and our mission and one day when that dream actually does come true, it doesn't look anything like we had dreamt it would. And this causes many to want to divert; to run in fear because they don't feel they are up for this "so called dream" of theirs. When in reality, our dreams are never meant to look perfect; they are never meant to look "clean" and "put together." How would we learn if not from our mistakes? How would we grow if not from our failures?
This life of perfectly curated squares is far from perfect; and what stands behind many of those pictures are hard working men and women that have dreams of their own. So I say...let's capture the beauty, display the beauty, and appreciate the beauty; let's stop trying to fit ourselves into other peoples perfect squares, let's create our own meaning of beauty and champion one another's along the way.
As always, thanks for stopping by! xoxo, Tessa
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