It was visually bloody and gross, but more than that, it was completely overwhelming. I was watching a TV documentary years ago about a team of doctors separating a pair of Siamese twins. At one point, about 10 hours into the operation, the table looked like a jumble of human puzzle pieces. I was literally overcome with sheer panic just looking at the fleshy mess on the screen and wondering how these exhausted physicians were ever going to “rebuild” these two kids; which they eventually did.
That’s how I get sometimes.. a bit nervous when a situation suddenly gets unexpectedly chaotic or complicated or I cross some invisible line where there’s obviously no turning back and it’s going to take some mighty work to “put things back together” again.
I just hate that sense of being overwhelmed..I think of those divers who drop so far down into the depths of the sea that there’s no sunlight to remind them where up is. Obviously at that point, their very lives are dependent on some serious equipment to guide them back to the surface.
Which brings me to our latest project at the town home- our master bathroom. The anxiety hit a few days ago as my husband loaded up the rental truck with over 2,000 pounds of demolition debris to take to the dump.
Our bathroom is now an empty shell; there’s obviously no turning back. Decisions, so many decisions, need to be made- and fast. Plumbing fixtures, tile, mirrors, lighting..my stomach did a little squeeze. I’m not one of those HG-TV chicks who love this stuff, I’m completely unsure of my aesthetic.
Thank GOD for Pinterest where I can see the beauty of other people’s creations and discover what my own likes and dislikes are…and save pictures, so many pictures, to remind me of what the finished product can look like.. to reassure myself that we will get it all put back together..and that being a long way off from where you want to be, doesn’t mean you are lost.