My sister and two of her kids are coming to visit me next month the first time in 24 years. I have a lot of ideas about the reason why she hasn't visited but they are coming. I decided to redo my upstairs bedrooms with paint and new drapes an over all face lift.
In the old days I would do something like this because I would be worried about what they think. Today I am doing it because it gives me an excuse to stop neglecting the upstairs. After my roomate moved out a few years ago I haven't really done anything to it. It has become a bone yard of spare furniture and lamps.
The room I worked on yesterday was originally painted cake batter yellow with one citrus green wall. Today the room is white with a midnight blue accent wall. It looks amazing but I am completely sore from my marathon painting job and I am not sure I can work on it today. I hope I have enough energy to hang the drapes that will bring the room together.
I had the whole house painted before I moved in. I chose the pallete that I had in my former house since I was too shocked to make any other choices. Most of the walls were the cake batter color with light accent walls. Since then the down stairs has been repainted white with deep accent walls. Ironically the house was white when I bought it but it seemed too stark and un -familiar for me to leave it white. I wanted it to feel like home.
I believe our space directly affect how we feel about our lives especially color. It also affect the commitment we have made to where we are at that moment. If we are planning to stay or if we look like we just moved in or could pack up and leave at any moment. Chaos in the mind is always reflected in our spaces. I am happy to see that I have come along way.
For my particular situation I rejected this house and this new life I was forced into. This was not home and I refused to treated as if it was. My previous home I thought I would be there for life and I was dug in even if I wasn't happy. I look at the color choices I made for some upholstered chairs they were so drab and lifeless. I think "who was that person/"
Over the years as I have gotten better and healed those places inside myself that I thought were permanent my house has begun to change too. Room by room things have gotten lighter I am no longer stuck in the darkness. Even though the midnight blue is dark it is contrasted by the brightest white.
When we are locked in our minds and our troubles we aren't living in the physical world any longer. We are a body walking around doing what we have to do to get by. Life is an interruption to our thinking process and we can only deal with the crisis in our minds. We have to see that the problems can't be solved with more thought. We have let go of the fear our minds have created and be free.
We want to be free to be available for the people that need us now not is some imaginary future when we have all the problems straighten out. We need to be there for ourselves physically and emotionally not just mentally. We need to comfort and take care of the child within that is waiting for us to notice them. It is time to come back to the present.
That was a little heavy in the end there but it reflects what it has taken me a lifetime to learn. Today I can just focus on the fact that the relationship between my sister and I have healed enough that she is coming to visit and I am happy about that. She has found out in the past few months that we are more alike than diffent and life is short and the only time we have is now. I have no expectations.