For the longest time I haven’t liked my house. It’s old. It’s ugly. Things keep breaking. I haven’t been able to redo the rooms that needed it the most. All of the frustrations I felt, I channeled towards the house.
So I didn’t do anything and nothing got better. I never learned to love my house. Until now.
I’ve had to change my perspective about it. My house provides shelter for the people I love most. My couch can fit everyone (including the cats) when we have movie nights. My garden grows beautiful flowers and healthy foods even though it has weeds.
Slowly but surely, I’ve begun to see the beauty emerge. And all it took was to change myself.