Monday, February 01, 2010

Sometimes Life's Messy

A little over a year ago I wrote a post titled You Can’t Always Get What You Want. It was about wanting to purchase a new kitchen table to go with some remodeling we’ve done over the years. The table I had was screaming 1990s and killing me.

Anyway, I resisted the urge to buy the gorgeous Italian mosaic table (Yeah, I’ll go with that story. The real truth is in the other post.), and I refinished my old 1990s table with a beautiful coat of purple and dark brown paint.

Boy did it turn out great. See?

It looks sleek and glamorous and chic (IMHO). We refinished the table in November of 2008 and I’m still thrilled with it.

I was cleaning off the table yesterday and couldn’t help but notice how smudged and scratched it had gotten. It’s been rubbed up.

But, surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me one bit. All the scratches and marks were from sharing meals and living life with my family over the same table that we’ve gathered around for more than 15 years.

So here’s the thing: sometimes life’s messy. In the give-and-take of living we rub up against one another. I’m not saying that’s necessarily a bad thing. It’s wonderful when family and friends step in to give you the perfect piece of advice or offer a cautionary word. I think that kind of rubbing has a polishing effect.

My table illustrated that fact to me. It’s scuffed and scratched, but still beautiful because it’s my sturdy, reliable table. I hope that the scuffed and scratched me is still as appealing to my loved ones, and I know that those I care for aren’t any less valuable because of their scuffs and scratches.

Sometimes life’s messy and we get a bit scuffed up, but that's okay. Scuff marks just add character.


Jan Parrish said...

Beautiful sentiments, Megan.

Denise Miller Holmes said...

Very true.:D

M said...

I've leard to appreciate life's imperfections :)