We have been sprucing up some rooms in our house. It’s all cosmetic work as the only thing my husband and I have ever “contracted” is along the lines of congestive heart failure and visual impairment, respectively. The bathroom was the first to be completed and I could not be more pleased with how it turned out. I needed help choosing the actual paint but I knew what colors I wanted, one of which is a colorI can still see. The vibrant blue makes me so happy, a literal bright spot in my muted world. The glass flowers I have had for years but never had a place for them and the doily beneath them was made by a friend many Christmases ago. The cabinet they sit upon I found online and put together myself when it arrived. I searched online for the print on the wall, incorporating my love of bubble baths and the new colors of the room, as well as the frame.
I love the way the sun shines in the window in the morning, and how the light hits the vase and the wall. I have taken so many pictures in these moments, trying to capture what to most would be overlooked, but to someone with limited vision cannot be.
I have had to work very hard to learn to acknowledge my achievements since my sight became compromised and it still does not come easy to me. I have spent my whole life completing tasks and moving on to the next. But in this bathroom, of all places, I cannot deny what I have done. With limited vision, I have decorated a room and photographed it in an artsy way.
It seems we are more conditioned to accept defeat than we are to give credence to our successes. I’m not talking about patting ourselves on the back but rather lifting ourselves up, gaining confidence in our abilities. Recognizing what you have done allows you to see what you can do. Belief in yourself comes from within but sometimes all you have to do is look around to find it.
