This house has sheltered me for a little over a year now and during that time it has taken on a slow transition from man cave to something lighter, brighter, and more neutral with the goal to a) not curl up in a ball of depression from all the dark colors and hideous furniture and b) to sell it and move to a place of our own where the history starts fresh and in a location that fits us. We want to be closer to the city versus out here in farmville.
Unfortunately, I am more logical and practical than my desires. The remodeling is taking longer than expected because of life and because I don't like to rush things nor do I like to spend money. I have been hating the fact that I have to live here for an undetermined amount of time and that we've stopped house hunting. I used to sit in a room and think, 'I hate this room. If I were staying here permanently it wouldn't be so dull, but we need to decorate for a future buyer so I have to live with it for X number of years.' The pessimism built up until I didn't like hanging out with myself. I was super annoying. So, I decided to do what I coach employees to do when they are fed up with a co-worker and the issue really isn't anything more than a personality conflict: find three positive things about that person, or in this case, about each room of my house.
I didn't go to each room and write down three things, rather I have been allowing myself to just live there. Someone might buy this house in one, three, maybe seven years, but I don't have to live like they already own it. Walls can be painted again, furniture can be rearranged, and until we actually show the house the only taste I need to worry about is my own. This has resulted in feeling excited about changes I get to make to the house and projects my husband and I can work on together. I don't hate this house anymore! As days go by and I put my stamp on it here and there, the lingering history also fades and is replaced with peace.