Life is about compromise, don’t you think? Not with everything, but with lots of things.
I chose to compromise on something recently.
I have a darling hook that I bought so I could hang my darling purses on it in my bedroom.
My blue darling purse is on the floor next to the ugly trim that we haven’t replaced yet.
I wanted to hang it on this wall next to the mirror not only for functionality but because, like I mentioned earlier, the hook is darling.
I like darling things.
But Curtis isn’t really into darling things.
I can’t imagine why not. I mean, I know he’s a guy and all, but really? Look at the cute hook! I mean darling hook.
So after several weeks of debating about where to put it, we finally both agreed on a spot.
Compromise. It works.
So this is where my darling hook with my darling purses on it is now.
They’re hanging on the backside of the support beam that’s in the middle of our closet.
I know, I know. I’m the only one who can see them. But that’s okay.
Because it makes me smile every time I hang them up.
And it makes Curtis happy because he doesn’t have to see them at all, unless the curtain is slightly open. And then I smile.
Compromise. Do it with something you’ve been wanting to organize and notice how it makes you feel.