Life has been very busy these past few weeks. In the background of all the activity, we had our kitchen done.
Well, the church had our kitchen done, as we live in a Manse.
The difference is amazing.
It’s brighter, lighter (literally – we have good lighting now).
There’s no hole for the mice to get in.
The bit which was all patchy since last year’s double glazing installation is gone.
You don’t walk into the fridge as soon as you open the door.
It’s simply a nice room to be in, whereas before it made me feel so gloomy.
Of course, a lot of work and effort has gone into it, and we were very blessed to have someone we know and trust.
It’s the middle part that’s always the difficult bit, of course, when all is chaos. When everything is littered everywhere, when normality is disrupted, when you have to clean up all the dust and the mess afterwards.
Behold – corny analogy approaching! A dramatic before and after situation will usually have a messy middle. It will usually require taking a deep breath or making a difficult decision. It may mean sacrificing comfort or personal preference.
I’m reminded, in a tenuous way, not just of life as a whole (the ‘just’ feels hardly valid, but never mind) but more specifically of the creative process. Particularly, in my case, writing. Can anything ever come from this higglely piggledy mass of words? Will I ever get through the long middle where it’s all messy and of dubious quality and find the end? Can I craft all the pieces into something wonderful and clean up all the dust afterwards?
Do I believe in the power of befores and afters – i.e. the power of transformation – for much greater things than an assortment of cupboards and a new sink?