Gray Areas

I have had the color gray on my mind a lot lately. Quickly prevailing over the masses of bridal magazines in my apartment are dozens of potential paint swatches. My fiancé and I make settlement on our very first home tomorrow and I have been agonizing over colors like Carlton Clay and Savanna Oaks. I just feel like gray is such a sophisticated, timeless color, if paired with the right accessories.

I have the IKEA shag rug below and think maybe I could add some color with a fun chair or two.



Maybe I'm stretching it a bit but I do feel like gray describes me on some level-not that I am a gloomy person by any means, but I rarely feel like any part of my life is so called “black and white.” Decision-making is always a process- a list of pros and cons, followed by asking numerous people for advice. This usually prompts a decision and then of course the second-guessing of the decision. Nothing is ever simple. The "gray areas" -- the "what ifs" are my middle name.

Sure, I’m supposed to teach reading and writing. Hell, they even set me up with some fancy state standards that I am supposed to use to guide me and help me along the way. The reality is I rarely teach those things in any given day. I justify this by telling myself that I am teaching something far more important—the gray areas of life.