In a wild move towards wholeness via self-care, I moved a pink chair into my bedroom next to my bed. And I put over it the Hawaiian print quilt my Grandma and I made together for a sense of warmth. Added my favorite painting for inspiration.
Then there wasn’t room for the dresser, so I cleaned out the closet. Think floor to ceiling storage, stuffed full — a bank of sterilite drawers for the kids seasonal clothes, diapers, linens. Worthy items, not wanted here. Moved the dresser in.
Rescued the photos from our wedding month that have languished for a year under our bed and put them up.
And now I clean my room first in the morning. No more cleaning everyone else’s stuff first (whether they asked for it or not). A cozy little spot for me. A place to dream, a place to read. I feel an unwinding in my chest when I walk into our room. Sometimes I come in just to sit in my chair and look at the clear floor. It makes me happy.