I've been really happy lately to have found some head space - at last. Things have settled down so that I can relax a bit and feel the tension unwinding. This has only been made better by the presence of our little dog, who is growing up now and getting really rather responsible and good. (I say as she starts chewing cables underneath my desk.) One of my favourite things about having a dog is going in to get her from the pen first thing in the morning - cue high-intensity, bum-shaking African-style dancing (and that's just me!). It's just lovely to see such happiness as the first thing of the day. And then we can have calm little day together.
So I've been taken up over the last few days with making things tidy and sorting things out. Which has been really exhausting and dusty, but so blissful in effect. There's something so incredibly soothing in the end about tidy, ordered, alphabetised bookshelves. I really have a passion for these things, and it calms my heart and head to look at a whole row of spines all in a row.
Of course, there's lots that's gorgeous about piles and piles of abundance heaped together too, but even then I prefer single piles of uniform items.
Maybe this makes me a strange little thing, but I certainly feel that now that things at home and at work are spick and span at last the fog is lifting and I can start proper thinking.
Onwards and upwards.
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