* This is my 30th post, and on 24th March it will be 2 years since I wrote my first. Thank you to all my readers for your support and for letting me share my thoughts with you.
Creating
space in my life
When
I was younger I hated tidying my room. Now I feel good when it is tidy; I feel
like I have space to think and be.
Recently
I bought a super king-size duvet for my bed - inspired by a stay in a fabulous
hotel in my home town of Swakopmund, whilst I was there.
That
one night away from home changed everything. My friend Georgi suggested we go
on holiday together the next time I'm home, and my parents recognised that I
needed my own space, even if only for one night, and that I am independent and
can pay my own way.
Paying
for it myself, not through anyone else, made a difference. I didn’t settle for less
than I wanted by having two nights in an inexpensive venue. I’d met an overseas
tourist who had stayed there, so chose it too when I realised I'd wanted to. Realising
it didn't matter what anyone thought, it's my life, and in some cases telling
people only after I'd signed in. I decided it was something I'd always secretly
wanted to do, and realising I could.
I
was greeted with a drink at registration at the hotel, and that evening my
friends came back to the bar for a nightcap after we had dinner in a restaurant
I remembered from my childhood as being a special place.
And
one night makes a difference. We often think we need oodles of time, when
actually just waking up in a different bed is all we need.
All
of this led to me coming back to the UK and redesigning my room - my “boudoir”
- where I can get in touch with my emotions. Even though the bed fills more
space, there is still plenty of space for me and enough still to dance and move
around, just as there will be in a relationship.
Part
of this redecoration is choosing to keep only the outfits that express who I am
now, the way you do when you choose your best outfits to pack for an overnight
stay in a hotel.
And
perhaps realising that's who you've been all along.
Purlgirl
xx
