A Story to be Inspired by…
This is my story about my ugly bathroom. I’m almost embarrassed to share it with you because I felt so helpless and my self-esteem plummeted because of my inexperience with home renovations. I remember asking myself "How come this has to be so difficult? I hate having to figure this out all by myself!, There must be a way to make this easier!"
In fact, my washroom got so bad I actually stopped inviting my friends over and would make up excuses whenever they wanted to visit and because of its unsightly appearance my social life really suffered. But that is all behind me now, I am so grateful I no longer harbor those self defeating emotions about what others thought of me and my home.
I feel almost compelled to tell my homely looking washroom story in order to lend a hand to those in a similar remodeling situation and help them overcome such self limiting beliefs. For those that don’t know me, they would be surprised to find out I was continually feeling embarrassed and guilty for living with a lavatory that was not only unattractive but it was also falling apart!
I just want you to know I understand what you are going through because I too once silently suffered from remorse and self-doubt because I lived with a less than perfect bathing space. I am here to tell you that you don’t have to feel lost or worthless. There really is a light at the end of that remodeling tunnel.
All it takes is a little belief in yourself and a great resource dedicated to augmenting your bathing space to give you the information you need to put your lavatory back on the path of recovery. I had read somewhere that seventy-percent of all household accidents occurred in the bathing chamber and I personally did not want to become just another statistic.
Is Your "Ladies Room" an Accident Waiting to Happen?
We have all been there; that unpleasant churning feeling in the pit of your stomach before you even enter your homely looking bathing quarters. I had been putting off fixing up my lavatory for a very, very long time and now I was beginning to dread going in there because it was only getting worse with each passing day.
So I avoided using my “hideous” washroom as much as possible. When I was in there I would shun even looking around me or close the shower curtains so I wouldn’t have to see my flaking paint or mold and mildew in my shower stall. Yet in the back of my mind I knew if I did not attend to the present problems now, in the future the cost would be compounded if I waited too long. It was really an ominous and displeasing situation to be in. I actually felt kind of despicable for letting it go on for so long.
Later I learned just how dangerous it was to have black mold spores growing in my home and I was glad to have finally fixed up that potential “death trap/health hazard.” Back then, my philosophy was out of sight, out of mind; unfortunately “out of sight” did not mean that the problem ceased to exist.