i painted a little somethin' somethin' for our apartment. result? not my favorite. meaning i can't stand it. BUT scott loves it.
so he wants it in our living room. i don't want it in our living room.
i have decided that i can deal. just deal with it. i am thinking that instead of it being some really neat piece that hangs in our living room/kitchen, it can be a lesson to teach me. there is definitely zero pride in that thing. but i still feel it in me. when i look at it i think "ok swallow your pride". but i don't want to do that. because to me, swallowing something means that it is bound to come right back up + out.
i'm asking Him to pull on the roots of pride that have grown down in me.
so there sits my little reminder. it screams: "rid yourself. rid yourself."