Abuliac

Moving things around...

There are times when your surroundings make life so heavy that it's difficult to breathe, to exist, in them. That is how I felt when I finally walked into my room after a 6 hour drive and unloading all my things. My room, though small already, this time felt the size of a cardboard box with lots of clutter in it.

As long as I can remember, whenever I've gotten frustrated with my life or myself, I've started cleaning, organizing, and moving things around, as if changing my physical surroundings would change my inner state of being.

I spent the next 4 or 5 hours rearranging and reorganizing everything in my room. I even changed the height of my bed (which wasn't easy to do!). I slept better last night than I have in a long time. That alone made the effort worth it.

I sit now on my bed, breathing easier. I didn't follow the Feng Shui rules of decorating, aside from being able to see the door from my bed. Still, there is a lighter atmosphere here. Perhaps, it's just the feeling of new-ness, as if I've just moved in and now can start all over.