This morning as we woke and swung our legs over the side of the bed, the sweet feel of grit was welcomed.

Not really welcomed

Our bedroom has been undergoing a facelift and while it’s fun to see the newness come to life, there are things that are suffering.

I would rather put on my work clothes and work outside than clean ANYDAY. But some days, cleaning has to come to the top of the list.

Today……. it’s clean the floors.

Cleaning the floors means more than swiping a mop across the floor because as the cleaning begins, so many other things are needing attention. It becomes a giant black hole.

To do list begins.

Does anyone else need an “in your face” list? Mine is written on the mirror.

In sharpie

I wanted to prepare our bedroom for an “after” photo but obviously it’s not ready. And I am really ok with it.

Our church series has been on pausing.

Hitting pause is H.A.R.D.

As it I look around and see the undone things.

I didn’t repurpose our bedroom for anyone else but us. A room to welcome us in the evenings after a long day of work. A retreat.

While I will still enjoy writing and taking pictures of the before and after, I’m going to pause for a minute and enjoy the ride