It’s about time…
About time that I feel optimistic about the weeks and months ahead.
About time that my books are unpacked and I can feel the calm that always comes when I’m surrounded by words that mean so much to me.
About time that I am putting myself out there, meeting new people, allowing myself to feel hope that I might find some new friends, people who will be there for me when I need someone and who won’t disappear on me when I’m not quite so bubbly.
It feels good.
Painting my office and bedroom — such a huge relief. My surroundings feel calm again, feel like *me*. I cannot tell you the last time I was in a bedroom where I actually felt like I could relax and breathe. I’d rather be in this room, this bedroom, than anywhere else right now. It’s a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
And my office! The books! The tan color on the walls! The desk that faces the window at the front of the house!
