Addicted to Inspiration

This might sound weird, but I think I have an addiction to being inspired.  Sure, that sounds like it should be a good thing.  And it is.  As long as, like with anything, you know when to say when.  Here’s the thing.  During my great big purge-o-rama, I’m falling in love with my home again.  Not because I’ve updated anything, just because it’s being stripped of all its clutter.

It’s calmer.  And I look around and love the way it is.  Well, I’d be lying if I said there still aren’t things I want to change and update.  Ahem, the seashell sinks with brown, swirl, fake, marble counters. 

But, what I’m finding is, that I get lost in all the inspiration that is available to us.  That it makes me want to keep redoing and redoing.  When in actuality, I look around and I like what I see.   {When it’s clean that is.}

So lately, I’ve tried to be uninspired.  To be content with what’s in front of me.   Because being too inspired was creating a list that was never getting done and weighing me down.

Don’t get me wrong.  I will forever be inspired by a beautiful space and will probably forever be changing things around me.  It’s my thing and a part of me.  I’m just trying to moderate it a bit.  Think about what’s really worth my time, so I don’t spend too much time thinking about doing this or that and missing out on other things.