For someone who feels like they hate drama and does what he can to avoid it. I’m sure fucking dramatic. The other day I was moved to right my brain/emotional ship by a house. Yes. A house motivated me and I couldn’t wait to talk about it. 

A friend of mine builds beautiful houses. They are unlike 99.9% of the houses in this city and I love them. 

They are modern and welcoming at the same time and he does things that most people wonder about. I never wonder. I just want more.

I was in the neighborhood of one he’s been finishing up and I sent him a message to see if he was there. He wasn’t there but he sent me the code with and emphatic “Go Inside!”

I walked in and was in awe. Everything about it was perfect for me. Modern. Clean. Simple. And completely beyond my means. But it gave me motivation.

As I walked room to room, I thought. “This is something you’ve never wanted but how great would it be to be able to move into it. What would you have to do for it to be within your means?”

I was excited. Like new idea excited. My focus narrowed on the things I need to execute. I was excited for those challenges. I’m usually not a things person. And this wasn’t just about $$ and things. 

This was about possibilities. 

I’ve been to this house three times since. And every time I leave with energy. With a belief that if I execute the things I have available to me, that I can have this or any house I choose. 

Maybe it’s the power of good design. This makes sense to me as good design makes you feel good and like art, moves you. 

Maybe it’s about seeing something that you’ve never considered possible and saying. “Why not me? I can achieve this if I put my mind to it.”

Or maybe it’s just that I’m a drama queen and I got my panties all HGTV’d by a yellow front door. 

Regardless, I’ll have that house. 

#hugsandhi5s