We’ve been in major remodel mode since January and just last week everything came together. The bathroom is done–new shower, new vanity/sink, new flooring, new toilet, and the family room revamped– new carpet, new furniture, new lighting, new woodwork, a new TV. What you see are two connected finished spaces.
As thrilled as I am with it, it’s what you don’t see that I remember. The jackhammer busting out the old tile. The ripping down of the walls. Moving doorways. Relocating fixtures. Adding new features. Changing something that was installed because it wasn’t right. The constant hammering, the sound of buzz saws, the dust, the paint fumes, the hours spent pouring over cabinetry choices, paint choices, flooring choices, fixture choices, door choices, lighting choices. Don’t even get me started on the nightmare of selecting furniture.
But now, I can stand in the hallway and marvel at what was accomplished. How much it changed. How much better it is.
Ironically enough, I put the finishing touches on my latest book last week too. And again, as thrilled as I am with the finished product, I still remember the months of work. The ripping apart chapters, moving sections, changing character motivations, adding emotion, removing excess scenes that didn’t add anything — not even aesthetically. Remodeling the book entirely until I could look at it with the same pride as I do other books.
While I’ll have a little time to admire my new rooms, I’m already gearing up for the next remodel: the kitchen. And I’ve already started on the next book in my queue.
Yes, I’m a glutton. But I love my job 🙂
Tell me about the last thing you finished that filled you with pride, be it a quilt or a book or planting a garden and I’ll offer up a $20 gift card to the online bookstore of your choice to some random commenter!