Redecorating is My Therapy

Written By : Hannah Corbett

Some people wake up, make their coffee, and start their day. I wake up, make my coffee, and rearrange my living room. Then the kitchen. Then maybe I move a lamp, swap out a picture frame, or drag home a thrifted chair that I probably don’t need but absolutely had to have.

There isn’t a single week that goes by where I don’t find myself in a thrift store, scanning the shelves for something that’s been loved and used, something I can repurpose, something that just feels right. And if I can’t find it, I’ll make it. I’ll paint over an already painted canvas, breathe new life into an old piece of furniture, or shift things around until my space finally feels like me—again.

But it doesn’t stop there. Sometimes, I take it to an entirely new level. Like this morning, when I decided that my master bathroom needed a wallpaper-esque mural—hand-painted by me, of course, because why not? I had a vision, I had the paint, and I had the impulse. What I didn’t have? The skill. Now, instead of a chic, Parisian-inspired pattern, I have a wall that looks like an art project gone terribly wrong. So naturally, I’ll have to paint over it. But honestly? I don’t even mind. I think I self-sabotage just so I can redecorate.

I’ll impulsively paint a wall just because I’m bored. I’ll convince myself that a room needs a new look, even if I just redid it last month. I don’t know if it’s a form of therapy or a chronic inability to sit still, but my home is in a constant state of evolution.

I guess you could call it my own version of Feng Shui, even though I’ll admit I’ve never actually looked up what Feng Shui really means. Maybe I should. Maybe I should Feng Shui my entire house. But for now, I go with instinct. If something feels off, I fix it. If a room doesn’t feel right, I change it. If I don’t like the way my space looks, I simply can’t be satisfied with my day.

It’s not about perfection. It’s about energy. About the way a room can change your mood, the way a certain chair in a certain corner can make you feel more at home. I want my space to feel like the backdrop of a Nancy Meyers film—warm, eclectic, cozy, and effortlessly lived-in. A mix of vintage charm and timeless comfort, with stacks of books on the coffee table, soft lighting, and a throw blanket that looks like it’s been there forever. The kind of home that makes you want to pour a glass of wine, curl up on an overstuffed couch, and stay awhile.

My space is never just a space—it’s a reflection of where I am, what I love, and what inspires me. It’s ever-changing, just like me.

So maybe I don’t have a fully designed, Pinterest-perfect home. Maybe I don’t even have a plan. But what I do have is a space that’s mine, a place that evolves with me. And really, isn’t that the best kind of home to have?