I remember the first home "argument" my husband and I ever had. We'd just moved into our first house, and I was eager to make it our own. We had barely begun unpacking, but I managed to find the picture frames, along with the hammer and nails.
I started eyeing where I wanted them, and then got to hanging.
By the way, there's something you should know about me:
I'm a lazy decorator.
I mean, I'm not sure if lazy is the right word. But it's close. The weird thing is...I'm also a perfectionist. So I'm this rare "perfection-azy" breed. (Call Webster's. I'm coining it.)
Knowing the above, you can probably imagine how I hang pictures. Let's just say I'm not a "measure twice, hang once" kind of gal. In fact, for the sake of honesty...I had to correct that line just now because I wrote "measure once, hang twice." And that pretty much sums it up. It's safe to say, that behind any picture frame in our house, is about 4-5 nail holes. (Again. Perfectionist, but lazy.)
So, my husband came home that night to the holes in the wall and was completely aghast. When I explained that the holes didn't bother me, he just looked at me like I had horns growing out of my head. Then he said, "Why don't you just use spackle???"
"Well, sometimes I do and sometimes I don't," I answered (have to keep the mystery alive, you know.)
We still disagree about the topic to this day. But we let the little things go in our marriage (ahem, usually).
Why do I bring this up, you ask? Good question. That same conversation crossed my mind tonight. Except suddenly it meant so much more.
I think we all have holes in our walls, hiding behind the pretty pictures.
Honestly. I'd be willing to bet that every single one of us has spackle somewhere in our walls. Places where we over or undershot the mark. Remnants of do-overs and reminders of second chances. Some of us even have holes we have yet to fill. Because we can't even begin to think about it. We're hoping they'll just magically heal on their own.
My point is this: Every wall has its holes. Whether or not spackle is hiding them, doesn't really matter.
Don't forget that, friends. Don't compare your homes, lives or anything else to a standard that doesn't exist. Perfection is a myth. And a highly overrated one, at that. It's so hard living in an internet-driven world sometimes. It's so easy to think that everyone around us has it all figured out. But we have to challenge ourselves to see the reality behind the beauty.
Oh, yeah...and those holes in your walls? They add character. In so many more ways than one. And please, don't ever trade your character to chase perfection.
Goodnight, sweet friends. This was on my heart tonight. Now I'm off to tell my husband that I'm not crazy. I've just been "building character" all these years. Wish me luck.