When I was in Jr. High, I learned that my dad had a nickname for me when I was little… Booger.
Boog for short.
The nickname came about because I used to hide and wait for him to come home from work. And, when he walked through the door, I jumped out like a booger man.
Touched by that story, I decided that I wanted a shirt that said “Daddy’s Boog” on the back. It was the ’70s and getting sayings printed on t-shirts was so in.
I wore the shirt with pride until my peers started asking about it. I sensed disapproval in their questions and my pride over that shirt shrank a little.
When I’m in my house surrounded by the people and things that make it a home, I’m filled with joy and pride. I think my home is beautiful. But, when I see other homes, my confidence shrinks like I’m in Jr. High all over again.
Can I put a room together? Yes, but I worry what others will think of it.
(“Do I know what I’m doing today. No. But I’m here, and I’m gonna give it my best shot.”)
Do you see a theme here? Caring what other’s think has been a thorn in my side my entire life.
Friends, (preaching to myself, but I’m sharing this because I know I’m not alone) we are different by design.
Different tastes, different ideas…just different. I shouldn’t worry whether or not you like my kitchen cabinets.
And, I shouldn’t be so influenced by what others think that I’m afraid to paint my furniture.
Oh my goodness. I just realized that I’m the Derek Zoolander of decorating, feeling threatened and insecure by every Hansel that comes along. The good news is that my confidence has become more like Hansel’s as I’ve discovered my style.
Or, maybe it’s more like that girl in Jr. High who even though she shrank a little on the inside, proudly told the story of how she came to be Daddy’s Boog; who wore that shirt no matter what others thought.
If I could write a note to the Jr. High me, it would say, “Thanks for the decorating advice, Boog.”
Decorate for you.
Decorate with confidence.
Love the home you’re with.
See you in class,