A couple weeks back, I took it upon myself to touch up some peeling paint on the garage. First, I power washed it, and saw that more paint was loose than I had thought….hmm…
No worries, It was still just a small part of the building.
But then I realized the reason it had peeled was that the wrong paint had been used. Not the exterior paint that was on the house itself! Which was a slightly different color and that meant all of the garage and the shed next to it needed redone. Not touched up.
So I power washed and scraped some more, and started priming and painting.
And painting.
And painting.
Just when I thought I might start crying because it was all so overwhelming, I had a little talking to with myself and changed my attitude.
Painting a building isn’t fun, but life is what you make it, right? This job needed done, and I am dang lucky that I am capable of doing it at my age. I hope I will continue to be doing tough jobs around the farm for as long as possible.
Although, the job would have been easier if I was slightly taller, or less afraid of heights so I could balance on the top of the ladder.
Instead of getting help to finish, I think I will leave this bit at the peak undone as a marker of how strong you can be when you need to be. And how sometimes doing your best is all you can do.
My family is going through some rough patches right now and time up on the ladder was also time to think. And to know that my best and my strength is all I can offer.
You did a fabulous job painting and you have an amazing amount of energy! I will pray for you and your family. 💗
Sister, I hear you loud and clear, and you are being wise! I hope things smooth out for your family… and mine.