We looked at a house recently.
My main concern was that it had too many rooms.
I know. I can’t believe I said that either. As someone with an unhealthy love of closeable doors, I used to assume that additional rooms would solve ever-so-many of my problems.
The room I had envisioned (from the internet description) as my “Project Room” had two doors and was actually a passageway to the upstairs Bonus Room.
It kind of defeats the Project Room Purpose if you have to keep it neat and orderly so people can pass through.
As I obsessed over the Project Room concept, I realized the main task I envisioned myself doing in this fictional space was the Seasonal Clothing Changeover.
Really . . . that’s not a project. It’s a day’s task that I rarely finish in a day.
That task/project is also a common thread in my Master Bedroom Disaster Dramas. I won’t, but I’m pretty sure I could go through my various posts about that bedroom and find that most of them revolve around me finally putting away the suitcase that is supposed to store out-of-season clothing.
The suitcase that sometimes stays in the middle of the floor until it’s time to change to the next season.
Here’s the thing. What I’ve been thinking of as a Project Room is really a Waiting Room. My ideal home has a Waiting Room. A room with no other purpose than to hold unfinished projects.
A room that no one but me would ever need to enter or walk through or see.
Bear with me, because here’s where it gets confusing.
Even though on paper this house was my ideal home because it had the Waiting Room I’ve always dreamed of, when I saw that the waiting room wouldn’t work, I realized I preferred it didn’t have that room at all.
I’d rather have a bigger living room.
Hmmm. Living . . . vs Waiting.
And then it hit me. I use my master bedroom as a waiting room.
Yesterday I did the Seasonal Clothing Changeover. Because I had recently had this rather profound realization, I consciously made the decision to work inside my closet. From the spot where the suitcase is stored. I did not drag it to the middle of the master bedroom.
And guess what? I’m done. Already! And I really believe that NOT having a good place to leave it until I can get back to it has something to do with that.
After all the work I did on the master bedroom a few weeks ago, I have thoroughly enjoyed being able to LIVE in that room.
Living is so much more fun than waiting.
Really. It is.