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If boldness is acting in hope despite the presence of fear, what does that mean for bold homemaking?
It depends on what your hopes and fears are.
My Hopes & Fears
Here’s what I’m hoping for in my home: A cozy spot for my family and friends to find a haven from the world. A place full of life and beauty and grace.
And my homemaking fears?
Over the years, they’ve popped up in thoughts like:
“This paint could look terrible on that wall.” (Fear = making a mistake)
“People will be here in ten minutes and this recipe may be a total bomb.” (Fear = people won’t think I’m a good cook, won’t enjoy dinner, etc.)
“Oops. I’m hosting dinner and my bathroom/floor/living room isn’t company-ready.” (Fear = people will think my house is a disaster, I’m not good at cleaning, etc.)
“I can’t post pictures of my house on the internet. It’s not nearly as cute as all the other houses I look at online.” (Fear = people will think my house is lame and wonder who I think I am to post pictures of it)
Notice a pattern here? “People will think…” Yeah. I’m a recovering people-pleaser, approval-seeker.
Also? I’m afraid of making mistakes. (Ahem, also a recovering perfectionist).
So many of my fears are me-centered: What will people think about me, my cooking, my decorating, etc.?
But notice what I’m hoping for in my home: a haven from the world for family and friends, a place full of beauty, life, and grace.
It’s not about me. Sure, I want to enjoy my home, but my worth doesn’t rest in my homemaking abilities.
It’s not about perfection. My hopes for my home are achievable without perfect decorating, food, or cleanliness.
Bold Homemaking, For Me
So for me, bold homemaking means taking steps to bring beauty, life, and grace into my home, despite the fear of failure or people’s opinions.
It looks like painting that wall a risky color, hosting Thanksgiving dinner in a tiny apartment, leaving some kid clutter on the floor when company comes, and trying a new recipe when hosting girls’ night.
All of the above have made me a little uncomfortable. But also? They’ve all turned out just fine. (Or I’ve repainted :)). Which gives me courage to try the next bold thing.
What are your homemaking hopes and fears? Come on, be honest :).