So lately I’ve been having a hard time finding contentment when it comes to my home.
First of all, I want to put the disclaimer out there that I love my house. When we were searching for houses last year this was the only house that we looked at (we looked at a ton) that really spoke to me and made me feel 100% confident in putting an offer on it.
With that said, we bought it knowing we would eventually want to do some upgrades… and knowing that we wouldn’t be able to do them right away.
And this is where the struggle comes in.
It is so so so SO easy to go on Instagram and see everyone’s beautiful homes. They’re all freshly renovated and painted and they look so freaking charming.
And then I look at my blue kitchen with my honey wood cabinets and just pine for the day when we can at least paint it a nice neutral color.
But even painting isn’t in the cards for us right now.
So I just have to wait.
And waiting is hard.
It doesn’t help that our old house was lovingly poured into for seven years so that it was just so completely us.
But David and I decided early on in our marriage that our priority wasn’t going to be stuff…
which means that we have to deal with the orange floral couch until we can save up enough money to buy a new one with cash.
Same for new kitchen cabinets and a new bathroom.
Dealing with the “consequences” of that decision wasn’t hard at our old place when all we really needed to do to bring out the natural charm was a good, fresh paint job.
Our new house is so eighties. And my style aesthetic is vintage with a modern twist.
Those things really don’t mesh well.
But I’m learning that even though it’s easy to compare our house to the myriad of cute houses on Instagram and Pinterest, it’s also really important to learn contentment even when our external circumstances don’t meet our expectations.
In other words, I don’t need a white kitchen to feel contentment. I don’t need a finished laundry room to feel satisfied.
What I do need is love and light and relationship.
And I have those things in abundance.
So if I have little hands waiting to give me a hug every morning then I really don’t need that subway tile.
At least that’s what I remind myself of.
It’s a process guys. Contentment is not something that is readily available. Nor is it something that is easy to keep. But I’m trying to fight for it. I’m trying to wear it confidently so I don’t whittle away my days always wishing for something that I don’t have.
Tell me, do you struggle with this too? What are some ways that you have been able to find contentment, even when it doesn’t come easy. Let me know in the comments below!
Until next time,
Did you see my latest video?
My Dress: Old from Parc Boutique. Almost Exact (and on sale!).
Kit’s Dress: Thrifted. Similar.