This morning I was cursing the shower for taking ten minutes to get hot and at the same time cursing myself for thinking that buying a fixer-upper was a good idea at this stage of life. Sure the house has potential, but at that moment, standing in a cold, dark, old, out-dated shower, all I could think was "what the hell did I do?"
A moment later the hot water kicked in, and I was instantly soothed. It was then that I began thinking about the renovation potential of the space around me. I told myself to be patient, and in time I'd have the luxurious master bathroom I desired. It was also then, as the hot water worked its way down my sore, aching limbs, that I had an epiphany:
My new home -- much like my old self -- are both fixer-uppers with great potential.
We both have creaky joints, outdated plumbing, and are a bit saggy around the middle, but with a little overhaul, ongoing maintenance, and a lot of TLC, we might just rise above and allow our true beauty to emerge.