#reverb12 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2012 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.
Letting go: For next year, I’m letting go of…
Since 2009, the second bedroom of our house has been in a transitional state.
A rented room, a holding pen for our wedding gifts. Marcus’ glorified closet. The final resting place for an old Ikea wardrobe that exists solely to store luggage and a massive desk that Marcus has not sat at once since its purchase after his college graduation.
This, friends, is the dark spot in the feng shui of my homemaking soul.
I have made more plans for that room than I could count on both hands.
It’s an office! It’s a guest room! It’s an office! It’s a guest room! It’s like a festive game of ping pong, HGTV-style
Somewhere in between Find A Desk and Do Away With The Wardrobe, I have gotten held up in all of the small, senseless things. Every single time.
Like, where will Edward and Bella make their new home?
Will we need to call for a special trash pick-up to deal with the desk?
And so at the end of all of this, all I have to show for my efforts is one bedroom that we still can’t show to guests.
I’m over it.
I can accept the fact that I will never fully embrace the Crafternoon because four years of hard time in the sorority put me off of glue guns, decoupage and tissue paper for life.
I can accept the fact that I will never be the person who looks like they have a personal stylist who has taken up residence in their closet right next to their shoes.
I can accept the fact that the only kinds of candles I’ve mastered are those for the dinner table and those for The Holidays.
I can (even) accept that no matter what, the second bedroom will always be the room that we throw everything in when we’re cleaning for a dinner party.
But I just cannot even with the amount of mental energy I’ve committed to that bedroom any longer.