Peace

I have always been neat. Everything must have a place. A designated place. Usually out of sight. But this is changing.

Moving back into my room this summer has been a surprising joy. Color keeps popping up in random places where before there was white and blue. And the wonderful thing is that I'm perfectly comfortable with that color. It adds complexity that I'm not used to being comfortable with. I have used the cleanliness and starknes of my room as a buffer zone for the chaos in my head for so long that it's strange to be enjoying so much quote on quote chaos in my room. With the peace in my mind, I don't need to have extra empty space in my room. My knitting project is out, all be it in glass jars.

My rock collection is more colorful from adding the colorful river and beach rocks  I've collected over the years to the white rocks I've always kept out. My books are sitting joyfully on my shelves and I've put up art pieces I've done around the room. Leaning. Against the wall. Not at all symmetrical. And I'm okay with it!

It's a wonderful sign of healing.