Repairing Holes

First of all I want to mention a giveaway going on right now over at Xazmin's in honor of her 100th post. They are some way cute homemade personalized blocks...this lady is so crafty! Go check it out!

Okay, so I'm participating in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop again this week. The prompt:

**Today I will....**

Today I will rejoice in the fact that the hole in my wall is now gone.

There has been an unsightly hole in the wall behind our front door for...oh, a long time. Originally we had a door guard on the wall for protection against this type of thing...you know, when the door gets shoved open and the knob slams into your wall. Well, the guard fell off and I'd been bugging Jimmy we'd been meaning to fix it for months but kept putting it off. Finally the inevitable happened and one of the kids jerked the door open and BANG...a dent in the wall.

"We need to fix that!" I kept nagging reminding Jimmy but it never happened. After a while of repeated door bangings the dent became a hole, then eventually a giant gastly gash.

I hated looking at that gaping blackness against my wall. It was such an eyesore. It was a constant reminder of something that needed to be fixed but I was waiting for Jimmy to do it. In an effort to make myself feel better I painted the walls in that room, hoping it would help. It didn't. In fact, against the freshly painted clean walls the hole in the wall stood out even more.

Today I repaired it myself. I went to Lowes and purchased a repair kit, some compound, a scrapper thingy, some spray texture and in less than an hour the hole was gone. I'm no professional and you can definitely see the imperfections of my work but I don't even care. That ugly, haunting jagged gash is gone.

Yesterday I fixed another hole I had but this wasn't the gash-in-the-sheetrock type. It was the wounded heart kind. After weeks and weeks of carrying hurt feelings and bitter thoughts about a person who at one point had been one of my closest friends, I decided it was time to repair it. Because no matter how much I tried to improve other areas of my life, the fact remained that I had an eyesore in my heart and it was staring me in the face. It seemed like the longer I dwelled on it and kept looking at it, the bigger and bigger it was growing.

But shouldn't she try to make it better? Shouldn't she have to fix it? I kept justifying to myself. Afterall, I was wounded, too. But just wishing and waiting was not working. So completely out of the blue yesterday, I had an urge to picked up the phone and just dial her number. I didn't know what I was going to say. How do you go about repairing a mess of emotions? But to my great happiness and relief she was as willing to move forward as me and in less than an hour the hole in my heart was gone.

Like the wall behind my front door, our relationship isn't exactly the same as it was before it was damaged, but that ugly, haunting, blackness is repaired and I can finally feel real peace.