I had a moment about a week ago where I looked at my life and thought, “Well, this just isn’t working.” That particular thought bubble started because one of my advertisers dropped their contract, thus shrinking my income for this month, and grew and grew until it encompassed the piles of unwashed laundry in our bedroom, the freezer meal cookbooks that have never been cracked, and the huge stack of magazines I’d really like to sit down and read. Suddenly it felt like I was hamster wheelin’ and it just wasn’t paying off.
I’ve always said that the biggest problem with working at home as a blogger/freelancer is the hustle. I feel like I’m constantly hustling to find odd jobs or advertisers or new contacts. The nice side of the hustle is that I can do it from home with my baby girl on my lap. The evil side is that it gets hard to turn the hustle off. Every minute I spend doing non-work is a minute that I could be using to increase our income and add to our savings account and bank towards that house or minivan or international adoption. So, the hustle starts to take over.
Once I took a minute to realize that the hustle wasn’t really working out for me last week, I also realized that I’ve been putting all of my non-lucrative goals on hold to make a dollar here and there online. The result was a messy house and a feeling of being suffocated. (Yay.) So, I decided to give myself a little Spring Break away from the hustle last week. I did my laundry. I made cupcakes. I planted a kitchen garden in my windowsill. I read Eva the same pop-up book about forty times. It was heaven.
Which brings me to this:
This project was pure frosting. Our dining room didn’t really need an update and this thrift store hutch was priced a little higher than I would normally pay ($150), but when I saw it I knew that it and I could make some sweet, sweet music together. Thirty dollars worth of paint, fifteen dollars worth of supplies, and five dollars worth of knobs later and voila! Hello, gorgeous.
For $50, I took something and made it completely mine. I’m not going to sell it, I won’t use it for work, and we didn’t really need it, but it was my little bit of personal happy space for the week. It’s also a great big dining room reminder that the world won’t grind to a halt if I steal a little bit of time to not be a blogger or a mama or a wife. It might even get a little prettier.