A few things that blew my mind this week
I read a post on Jennie Saia’s blog last night that excited me. The Room Of My Heart, as inspired by her friend, which has inspired others to make their own. You basically envision and design the room of your heart, so you always have a stress-free, safe place to be whenever you need it. Here is mine, and I would LOVE if you created your own and told me about it.
A cozy room with wood floors and an oatmeal color on the walls. It contains a bed with crisp white sheets and a soft, pillowy comforter. It’s dusk so my room is dim. Next to me snuggles a purring kitty. There are two windows, one of which is open to let the cool breeze flow through the room and make the single white curtain panel undulate hypnotically. Outside a gentle storm approaches, evidenced by the rumbling thunder in the distance, and the dancing leaves of the massive tree just outside. I smell rain….
WHAT is it about a pack of new pens, or the smell of a crisp, clean paper? The office supply aisle is a euphoric catacomb of potential organization. Larger post-its? Yes please. A spiral with pockets? Don’t mind if I do. A micro binder in my favorite color, complete with tabbed dividers? *GASP* (no, this is in no way connected to my recently-confessed “incident“)
THERE are tiny green leaflets blooming all over my garden. What has been barren for months is now coming to life, alive with possibilities. Just walking through my back yard infuses Spring into my cells, proving anything can come back renewed, and better than before. Even me.
BIG things come in tiny packages. I won a giveaway for Kaliana emotional care products (Thank you, Sandy!), and they came in the mail Wednesday. When I was going through the box and reading the descriptions, (forest bathing is my new favorite term, le sigh) my 6yo (who struggles with anxiety) heard me say the products claim to “ease worries” and “calm stress”; he was immediately riveted. Let’s just say he’s found his armor. He went on his very first sleepover last night, armed with his stress relief spray because he believes in his heart of hearts it will help him with his worries. Did it work? He’s still over there! He made it the whole night. I’m SO proud. This is a child who won’t even go on play dates. This is HUGE.
MY friends in the blog world who inspire, teach, amaze, and support me. My Sister Wives. You know who you are. You had me at #dickpunch.
ROAD trips!!! I’m leaving this week for my annual trip to Round Top, which is a GINORMOUS antique show in Texas. My IRL buddy, Vanessa, and I are returning for our fifth year (can that be true, V?). We always come back with an SUV-load of goodies, but more than that are the laughs. Those *omg-I’m-going-to-pee-my-pants* laughs, and OH the endless stories that are only funny to us, mostly because they make no effing sense since we’re half-inebriated and/or completely exhausted the entire time. Watch for photos on Instagram. Can’t. Wait.
FOG. It’s magical, and ethereal, and can make a crappy ole field look like an enchanted forest.
WOODS. Because trails and trees.
This has been a Ten Things of Thankful post. Join in the gratitude!
What does the room of your heart look like? What are you thankful for this week? Do office supplies turn you on? No? Just me?
Your comments make me feel all warm and fuzzy.