I have a fort in my living room.

I have a fort in my living room.

Not like a cute little blanket thrown over two chairs. I mean a full situation - an actual camping tent with additional blankets and sheets draped over it (and there’s a table in there somewhere). It takes up a significant portion of my living room and has gone through several permutations.

I am, by nature, someone who notices when things are not in their right spot. "Messy" and "not put away" make me itch on the inside a little. 😬 So the fact that I genuinely love this fort is, frankly, a little surprising to me.

How in the world did I overcome my need for “Sarah order?” 😜 Turns out my kid lives here too. And she finds enormous joy in having a fort she can hang out in (and occasionally hide from life in). When I look at this fort, I think: what is a living room actually for? It's for the people who live here to “live” in it. 😉

I could get wound up about the Instagram version of my living room that does not currently exist and may not exist …ever. Or I could look at that fort and feel good about the fact that the people in this house are using it, enjoying it, making it theirs.

I pick the fort. ⛺

The people in our lives want and need things. Sometimes those things push up against what we want and need. And sometimes, when we stop and actually look at it, we realize the thing we were about to push back on is totally fine. Better than fine, even.

What's something you were ready to dig your heels in about, and then ...didn't? And survived? 🙃