What Beautiful Living Means To Me

Since this past February when I brought my interior coaching work online I can’t tell you the amount of times I have been in a new friend or clients home when they repeatedly say something to the sort of…

“Oh my gosh please don’t judge our home. I am sooo embarrassed. There are so many things I want to change. I bet your home is beautiful all the time right? No mess or clutter ever?”

My response is always the same….“Ha!….Umm not at all!”….  I’m human too!”  And then I usually go on to tell this story every time…

So there I was at home, on the eve of my website launch. I had just put the final touches on my sparkly new ebook, The 5 Keys to Wake Up and Love Where You Live, and was anxiously waiting for Sean (my sweet husband) to come home so I could share it with him.

In my dreams, I knew exactly what he would say when he saw it.

“Wow! This is amazing! People are going to love this. I am so proud of you. ”

Well … this is not exactly what happened.

Instead, he opened to the first page of the book, where I tell my own story about creating a relationship with my space. He read the line, “Truth … I used to be a slob.”

He gave me a familiar smirk and said, “‘Used to?’ Hmmmm…”

Now, this kind of playful banter is a loving part of our relationship… but I’d be lying if it didn’t freak me out just a little bit — especially in my vulnerable, just-about-to-launch-my-biz state of mind!

“Honey!!!  I am NOT a slob anymore! How could you say that? I’m about to launch a business helping people connect with and edit their spaces … how could you be poking fun of me like that right now?!”

You see, that little voice of self-doubt had reared its familiar head. It whispered, “You’re a fraud. You don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about. You don’t have your own life put together, and everyone will see right through you.”

Thankfully, before I got too swept away on the self-bashing train, Sean pulled me close and said “You’re right…you’re not a slob… you are a work in progress and thank goodness you’re not perfect…. that would be worse than being a slob.”

Later that evening, I grabbed my journal (something I do when I am feeling particularly anxious) and reflected to the root of what beautiful living means to me and why I believe creating a relationship to our space is so important.  (Ever notice that loved ones can say the most annoying but perfectly timed things that help you grow?)

This is what I remembered that night…

The truth is, life is messy.

Sometimes on the inside and sometimes on the outside.

We are all constantly growing and shifting.

Transitioning from one thing to the next.

 Losing our way and finding it again.

Over and over.

Rendition after rendition.

I have come to know this process as beautiful. The fabric that makes each of us whole and human.

You see to me…(and yes, sometimes I forget.)

Beautiful living a wild ride. But one so worth taking.

Now, I invite you to do your own reflection…What does beautiful living mean to you? Share in the comments below! 

Sending Love,                                                                                                                         Rebecca