This is my real couch.
The actual one. The one sitting in my living room (and by living room, I mean the small “not-the-kitchen, not-the-bedroom, not-the-bathroom” room where my husband and I eat food, read, play games and generally hang out). It hasn’t been photoshopped, or even instagrammed.
This is it, folks. The real deal.
You might be wondering why on earth I’m showing you a picture of my couch. Here’s why.
Sometimes it seems like we’re all trying to prove a point on social media, or with our blogs, that our life is super awesome. We take pictures of all the awesome things we see, the awesome things we own, and the awesome things we’re doing, and then we share them with each other.
To be fair — life is full of awesome things. I’m glad we take pictures of them.
I’m glad we see beauty and share it.
But sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who is living this life. This not-so-glamorous, worn around the edges, 50 bucks at a thrift store kind of life. This is the real life of a writer, or a start-up business owner, or a person chasing a dream God has put in his or her heart.
The other day a friend said to me, “I can’t wait to come see your new place!”
And I’m sad to admit the first thought through my head was, “Oh, please wait until we move into someplace bigger, or nicer, or at least with enough furniture to seat more than two people…”
But that was the actual thought that went through my head.
And it made me realize how, even after years of “Packing Light” I’m still expecting “stuff” to do something it was never intended to do. I’m waiting for a nicer couch, or a bigger kitchen, or two cars (so I don’t have to share with my husband) to feel like I’ve really made it.
And I know what happens when I wait on stuff.
I wait my whole life for something that will never happen.
Not that I will always own this couch, but that someday I’ll get a nicer one, and it won’t give me what I thought it would.
I’m not waiting around anymore.
I’ll be honest. I’m not confused about why we don’t post stuff like this on Twitter, Facebook, or our blogs. I’m a little embarrassed to let you see the space (non-instagram version) where I’m living right now. It’s humbling. But it’s also real.
Maybe someday I’ll have a beautiful sectional with soft, luxurious fabric where I can lounge and watch movies on a Saturday, or where we can invite friends to sit and share a cup of tea and conversation.
Or maybe I won’t.
Either way, I’m not waiting around for a couch to start enjoying my life.
This is what it looks like to give up everything.
At least this is what it looks like for us.
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