the wall and painting partly because of winter truly
setting in but most of it stems from resistance and
years of being focused on not putting too much
wear and tear on the walls so I can get back a deposit.
This week I decided to break out and paint a chalkboard wall.
Not a full wall but enough for homeschooling in the room we've dubbed the 'learning library".
I bought supplies, set up to do it and stood with paint
brush in hand when my friend Resistance came to join me
What if I do it wrong and damage the wall, what if I don't paint
it straight, what if I don't like it…what if, what if, what if…
"It's okay," I say aloud to myself as I brushed the primer on the wall, "I trust I can do this and if I don't like it I can always paint it differently."
first decided to home school (what if I can't teach him,
what if he doesn't learn, what if we don't like it
what if, what if, what if)
Yet I didn't let that stop me because in my gut I knew this
would be the best thing for my son's learning journey.
And now here I am shifting, learning growing and trusting
the process for both of us.
Yet here I am sharing this vulnerable piece of me with
you continuing to show up and grow and shift and trusting
this process too.
and I felt my shoulders relax. Stepping back, I see I may need
a third coat but I'm happy with how it's turning out so far. I'm happy with how our home school journey is going, having
given myself permission to do it the way that works best for
both my son and myself.
knowing I can change it any time I want to and it will be
totally okay. I feel the resistance fade into the background.
How amazing is it that working through my resistance to one
thing freed me from resistance to something else?
I feel myself moving one step closer to the 'me' I am meant to be.