January 2012
51 posts
just keep swimming swimming swimming swimming
everyday does NOT get easier.
and here we go again...
Monday and Tuesday are the big moving days!! using today and tomorrow to get all my stuff packed right back up. It seems like yesterday that I moved in here.. and now here we go again… but in a good way.
This house is going to be amazing. I have my mind set. It is beautiful inside.. and I have free reigns to decorate and make it magical. I am going to find a way to make a studio space on one side of the living room too… so I can finally finally finally have a place to leave my art and paints and beads and nicknacks OUT! I will be one block from my ocean.. and I’ll be able to sleep with my windows open again without fear of riff-raff hobos crawling in. Rocko and I will be able to go for our super long walk adventures without having to get in the car and drive somewhere.. I’m gonna start over with house plants and gardening… and I’m really really gonna start up that project I had in mind of painting funny beach access signs.
Ok.. I’m getting ahead of myself… just desperate for things to look forward to and get my mind off…u know.
I can’t focus though on packing.. I put one thing in a box then just rearrange things for an hour. My mind is all.over.the.place. I’m sick of not feeling like myself.
Hopefully getting back on the beach in a positive, inspiring environment will kick a little life back into me.
“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
—Sigmund Freud (via gosh-en)
i keep getting so frustrated with the response “it’s a guy thing”.. or.. “that’s how guy’s deal with stuff”
people should treat people like people.
guy, girl, old, young, white, black, red, purple.. i don’t care…
there’s really no excuse.
