A Sacred Container For Thinking.

It's taken five  years, but I am starting to nest more permanently style-wise in this house.

It's a new feeling. I haven't felt this way about any other place I've lived - and I've lived lots of places. 

I seem to be turning a corner on making this space truly mine. Unafraid to make changes to the space that are driven purely by my own whimsy and creativity. 

Before when I've been daring and painted a wall or bought a new piece of furniture, it felt impulsive. 

But I'm great at change and committing to impulsivity.

Now it feels like this house and the space belongs to me. This is the longest I've lived in one space since... the first house we lived in on a military base in Arizona. That was six years. And at the end of this year, I will have lived in this house longer than that one.

So my commitment to myself is to ease into accepting fully that this is my house by that time.

I've started to do some of my best thinking and imagining here in recent months. 

I've become less a people-pleaser.

I've always had one foot slightly askew and in a different direction than the other. Just in case I needed to pivot. 

In case I needed to think differently.

But now... This has become my sacred container... For all that glides through my inner landscape.