I always forget that during a design project things usually get worse before they get better.
Dealing with a completely empty sun-filled apartment is no problem. But then you drag all of your boxes of stuff up four flights of stairs and there’s no where to walk and suddenly leaving the house and never coming back seems like a pretty good idea.
Right now things at our place look like this, which pretty much makes my head explode.
I swear the pictures aren’t doing justice to the chaos, because somehow the place still looks pretty great, but take my word for it. Setting up the apartment to look adorable feels like a huge daunting task instead of a super fun project, which makes me doubt myself and every single thing in my life. Luckily, Percy didn’t snap any pictures of me crying on the couch in a panic as proof of this fact, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
However, what I know now (that I didn’t always realize in the past) is that I always get to this point, and the only thing to do is push through push through push through. You just need to start somewhere with something, really anything, and create that tiny pinprick of hope.