with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
I used to love that song as a kid, you know… the one about how there’s a hole in the bucket, dear Eliza, dear Eliza. Nothing seemed funnier than the notion that a string of relatively small misfortunes could lead to an endless loop of inability to do anything.
Now that I’m an adult, I know that that song is a pretty good metaphor for life, if you’re not careful. Heh.
So here’s my current bucket: I’ve decided to paint my office. This causes me plenty of anxiety already, because my office is currently just the way I want it, and there’s a lot of stuff that has to be moved and taped in order to paint, and I won’t be able to use this space for a few days, and when would be a good time to not have access to my office, exactly? Never? But it’s okay, because I have my laptop, and really, I can work anywhere, so I need to just chill out and settle down.
The first issue I ran into was the color. I’ve been living with a dreary brown (not of my choosing) for nearly six years. I thought choosing something better would be easy. That was before I started looking at paint colors, though. I described this on my personal blog as “falling down the rabbit hole” because that’s exactly what it felt like to me: as someone who tends not to be overly visual/observant, to start surveying an entire palette of color possibilities and trying to imagine how it would feel to be surrounded by any of them was overwhelming, to say the least.
But it turns out that the color-choosing is the least of my issues.
Was there ever a home renovation that didn’t feel like the first domino in a very looooooong line toppling over? Maybe it’s just me…?
So here I am, looking at paints. I ordered a bunch of paint chips to tape up on the wall, so that was the first step and I feel like I’m on the right track. But…
… looking around at the walls sparked a spirited conversation with my husband about whether or not the closet in here needs painting. He says yes. I say “I’ll just close the door.” But he’s right, it’s gross in there and I should paint it. Though that should be painted white, not whatever color I go with. Of course we just put shelves in there and unloading the closet is pretty much my worst nightmare. Fabulous.
… if I’m painting the closet it occurs to me that I should probably consider whether the bathroom off of my office needs painting, too. The paint in there isn’t too bad (it’s fresher than the office walls, I think), but it’s very dark and it’s a tiny bathroom and… yeah. I should probably paint in there, too. It needs to be lightened up for sure. And that’s a whole ‘nother project. But that’s okay, it’s just paint! Paint is easy!
… now I’m trying to decide if the paint colors I’m considering will go okay with the carpet in here. Of course the carpet is pretty disgusting. But we’re not replacing the carpet right now. No way, no how. As long as it’s not a situation where it clashes terribly, it’s Good Enough. For now.
… the shades on the windows in here are pretty ugly, too. Do I buy new shades? Do I care? Probably I don’t care. I’m sure I don’t. Mostly.
… my office is right off of the kitchen. The kitchen which desperately needs renovation. Do I try to make sure the paint I choose works okay with the colors in there, even though I hate some of the colors in there? Even though I know a kitchen renovation is the sort of thing that may happen after the kids finish college (i.e., far in the future)?
… at what point, exactly, do I curl up in a little ball and decide that really, the brown in here isn’t so bad after all…?
So there appears to be a hole or five in my office renovation bucket. But I just remembered that I can probably take the paint and other expenses of reno as a tax deduction, so that cheered me up considerably. (Uh, not if we renovate the kitchen, you understand. But the office stuff.)
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