It was at least 20 years ago. It might have even been from a magazine. I still remember the first time I heard it used as one of life's rules. And the more I thought about it . . . it kinda seemed true. "There are three things in life. A great home. A great job. A great relationship. The only caveat is . . . you can only have 2 of the 3 at any given time."
Great houses, great jobs, and great relationships each take a great amount of focus and time. And though I've never liked the idea of letting one 'slide' to focus on the other two, when I look back over the last 20 years . . . sometimes it felt like the saying might be sort of true. But, sadly - I've let one of them slide too far. And for too long.
Oddly, this post started out as something else all together. You see, my house and I have been fighting the last few weeks. After lavishing hours of attention . . . and a goodly pile of cash . . . on the house for a photo shoot last month, I started spending my time on other things. Catching up at the office. Spending time with Drew. Well, like any other jealous lover, the house has not responded well to being ignored. Instead of feeling its loving embrace each night when I get home . . . it's just been sitting there. Glaring at me in the semi-darkness. With everything but a, "and . . . where have you been?" lingering in the room.
Then I remember that old chestnut about not being able to have it all . . . . and then I decided that I was not going to hold myself to such a low standard . . .
So . . . starting last night . . . my house and I made up. Hell, after re-organizing half my closet and a good part of my kitchen, we practically made-out.
I can remember years ago . . . working on an installation for a large home. We had been there for several days. Placing all of the furniture. Hanging all of the artwork. Slowly and carefully placing all the accessories and decorative pillows throughout the house. As my client walked into her living room - filled with fresh flowers . . . and still a few delivery people . . . and me . . . and my staff . . . and the cleaning service . . . she commented, "I never realized how much it was going to take for the house to look amazing!" And I replied, almost without thinking, "Living a fabulous life is hard work. Sometimes it even counts as cardio."
Fight the good fight,
UPDATE : James, so are SO right. It's a quote from Maupin's "Tales of the City."