Moving down the hall, to the larger room in my house, [when our roommate moved out] didn't sound like too much trouble. But then I got this weird urge to change the entire layout of my room. Change the colors on the wall, the space between my bed and the window, the color scheme of my bedding, the amount of distance from the door to my desk... everything.
It took me a week just to figure out how I wanted to place everything in my room... and lots of help to make my very own headboard inspired by All Things Thrifty, which might I add looks spectacular for a first timer.
After moving all of my things,
re-arranging, throwing away old stuff that I have been holding onto for years thinking that I'll someday use [which you never do], opening old memories, I suddenly realized, I am currently in a state of metamorphosis, transformation, and change. Not just because I moved all my stuff a couple feet down the hall, but because I am opening myself up to different. Colors I wouldn't normally wear, shoes I wouldn't normally buy. STUFF I wouldn't normally create.
I want to do things that are fun, innovative, creative, things that inspire, things that are full of passion and purpose,
things that make people to move to a different seat at their dinner table.
