Home is what you make it–one workout at a time

Published February 7, 2012 by livinggraciously

When we repainted and remodeled the upstairs, a lot of our stuff got moved from upstairs to downstairs. This resulted in our upstairs area looking very nice: clean and sleek, the way I like things to look.

The family room in the basement, however, was another matter:

Now, this space is not one that we use on a daily basis, and being in the basement, it was very “out of sight, out of mind” for a long time. I would go downstairs to do laundry and sort of…shut my eyes as I walked past. I don’t like messes, particularly when I feel helpless in the face of them. And wow, did I feel helpless in the face of this one. I’d walk in there and just kind of flap my hands in despair. So it was easier to just pretend that half of our basement didn’t exist.

But then I decided to start working out again. And my exercise equipment is in the basement. So something had to be done.

At first, I just moved all the boxes to the other end of the room, freeing up the exercise equipment. This made workouts possible, but being me quite stressful. Remember about the not liking messes?

I began lifting heavier weights, and with the heavier lifting came recovery time between sets. With a minute or two needed to catch my breath came boredom. And with boredom came the need to do a little something.

I began picking up. A little here and there. Inspired, I urged Ferrett to help me sort through the books and get rid of some–as in 8 large boxes worth. And kept picking up. When we got our new bed, we decided to put our old one into the family room for extra guest space. Day by day, I organized for just a few minutes here and there.

This is what the basement looks like now:

It’s kind of hard to imagine it’s the same space. Now I walk down there and just smile.

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