The Art of Now8:00 AM
You’re probably wondering what in the world that title has to do with paint. Well, sit tight, my friends, it will all become a little more clear in a bit.
I’ve never been very good at living in the moment. I am a fairly antsy person and I find myself frequently looking towards the next big thing in my life. In high school, I couldn’t wait to graduate so I could start my college career. In college, I couldn’t wait to graduate so I could start “real life”. When Mike and I were dating, in the back of my mind I just couldn’t wait to be engaged. When we got engaged, I couldn’t wait to be married. While we were living in our first apartment, I couldn’t wait to move into a better apartment. And now, here we are, in a beautiful apartment with amazing features and I can’t wait to buy our first home. When does it stop?
Well, I’m afraid it won’t. Next, I’ll be rushing to start a family. (hill Mom, that’s still no time soon!) I’m afraid I’ll look back one day and miss all those moments I rushed through. While I don’t regret anything now, who’s to say I won’t miss these carefree days of mortgage-free living. So I’m putting an end to it. I am going to live in the now and love every minute of it.
At first, I juggled what this meant. Should we stop the house search and sign another lease come August? Buying a house now would be a really smart investment that we should really jump on. And that’s when it all started to make a little more sense. Living in the moment doesn’t mean you can’t think about the future. Just because I'm going to start living in the now doesn't mean we have to hold off on buying a house. We can still buy a house, but until that moving truck pulls up to our front door, I'm going to enjoy every minute of our apartment.
Painting the walls may seem like an odd way to kick off living in the moment, but for me, it’s the perfect self declaration. I have moved a lot over the past five years because of college. I moved into a new residence every year and in fact, moved twice in one year. I always dreamt of moving into a place where I’d be there long term, long enough to paint the walls and not feel like I’d have to repaint them in a year. I’m not even sure what I considered “long term”. Is it two years? Five? Ten? Really, it’s such a ridiculous idea. I focused so much on that far off day when I’d have to repaint the walls white that I completely forgot about all the days in between when I’d get to enjoy gazing at a well painted wall or two.
So here we are... painting the walls. And I’m not thinking about anything but right now.
Or at least I’m trying ;)