“Four gallons of Morning Fog, please.”
Semi-gloss.
After months of searching for the perfect color to repaint the family room, we finally settled on Morning Fog, a gray-ish blue or a blue-ish gray tone for a space which has been the same color for close to a decade and a half. After a full weekend with a brush and a roller, the transformation of the room is now complete.
It looks weird.
I do like it. But after seeing the room one way for some 15 years, any change in color would probably be weird.
Change can feel weird. Even anxious. We’ve seen something the same way for a long period of time and any deviation from that vision takes some getting used to.
If we are willing to change in the first place.
Many of the most significant personal changes I’ve made in my life first ran into a wall of apprehension. The vision of who I wanted to become deviated greatly from the vision I’ve long had of myself, and that inconsistency was met with fierce inner resistance. Our vision colors our world, defining who we think we are and what we are willing to accept as possible for our lives. A new vision, of seeing myself differently than I’ve habitually seen myself, was needed in order for me to create the space for a new version of me to grow through my trepidations and into who I wanted myself to be.
As I discarded all the color brochures and samples I had looked at, I was reminded of all the options and possibilities that were available to me. Not just in paint colors. Not just for the family room.
But for my life.
Just because my life may have looked a certain way for most of it doesn’t mean it has to stay that way.
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