There are shows that entail a complete makeover. It can be about a home in disrepair, or a person's appearance. From what little I know about them, they are extreme. And fast. 

This does not play out in my life, and perhaps not yours. For me, the lasting change is more incremental. Small bites as contrasted with enormous gorges. 

Recently, I hired a woman to organize my bedroom. She did a terrific job. But what makes me smile is that I am stepping into the change. Each morning I take a few items downstairs to donate, or toss. Favorite sweaters, buried for months, are peeking out of the drawers as if they are happy to see me. I am happy to see them. Rather than ignoring the challenge to stay on top, I feel invested. 

I no longer do much parenting, but back when we had a passel of kids we used to attend events that rejuvenated me. La Leche League Conferences, homeschool outings, church camps, and mother's retreats all fed my heart. Then I could go back into the daily routine with fresh love. 

While I have not actually watched those episodes about transforming an old house, I have a feeling that the new home is barely recognizable. The changes I manage to embrace do not replace me in any way, but they do help me to be a slightly better version.