Everything has changed. Even the air feels different now - fall like. I am here. Observing. Thinking. Mulling things over. Not quite sure where to start and where to end. I used to have to dress everything around me up. Make things bright and distracting. Bold and colorful. Anything to cheer me up and make me feel better. But now that I am here, in this new place, I no longer feel that way. I've been collecting a few things for the past month, anxious to display them. Curtains to hang on this window, chairs for the porch and living room, sewed some new throw pillows, etc. But now... they just don't seem right anymore. I guess after sorting through and moving everything that I own, I have seen it all from a different perspective. Those things that once gave me comfort, now just seem like a burden. I no longer crave the brightness and distractions. I kind of want plainness surrounding me. No noise anymore. Flat and calm and minimal sounds perfect.
Even my attitude about work has changed. I don't even feel motivated like I thought that I would. Here, now, I have the opportunity to really buckle down and get serious about my business. And I kinda feel like throwing it all away to get a 9-5 once again. A job with a steady paycheck that doesn't require me to keep so much clutter in my house. Where my hours are set, and a routine can be established. Maybe my feelings will pass once I settle in here a bit. Could be.
One thing I am, however, certain of... I will really enjoy having some company around here from time to time. I at long last feel free and open to pretty much anything that might come my way...