Well, the moving part. The unpacking part has yet to officially begin. And after a week of painting my new house, having all new flooring installed, and basically running myself ragged, the ol' body has a few choice words to share at the mere thought of unpacking.
So, today I sit. Today, after a super long time, I get to check in on my blog-world buddies and place my proverbial fingers on the writing-world pulse. With of course my dog on one side of me and a mug of coffee on the other.
This last week was amazing. I have been moving at least every two years since I was seventeen. I have mainly lived in military housing and rental homes, with the exception of a home we purchased and then two years later sold. I have never painted the walls the color that I preferred. And honestly, up until a year or so ago, I hadn't even known what I liked.
So, painting my house, the walls that would surround me day after day, year after year, was almost, in some strange way, therapeutic. And as the deep, dark purple slathered those walls, I felt my muse grow and flourish. Crazy. I'd never felt that before. The hope inside, that I'd sign with an agent and ultimately with a publishing company, sparkled and shone until I knew inside that it isn't a matter of "if", but a matter of "when".
I want to keep going, excitedly ramble on about my house the way a grandparent would about her new addition. To post before and after pictures of the house and the breathtaking views from my porch and windows. But, I'll save that for future posts. Right now, I'll let you snicker at the pictures taken during laughable moments yesterday. My sisters and best friend (and their husbands) helped us move. And when we get together, there's always fun to be had.
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| My best friend Rayna pulled as I pushed the heavy piece of furniture. As you can see, I was also falling and grabbing onto another piece of furniture. I ended up on the floor. |
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| You can barely see my sister back there. Packed into the SUV |
So how about you? Have you ever done something that took you by surprise in how it strengthened your muse?
You know what, I've found that ANY kind of physical labor strengthens my muse and is therapy. We forget so quickly in this world of technology that requires so much sitting in one place. But getting dirty and sweating is good for the soul.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your move! I moved last year and we still haven't got all the walls painted. My house is a WIP just like my stories. lol :)
You know, I hadn't thought of it that way, but I think you're right. Especially when we work, or use our muscles for something that we will delight in; such as gardening our flower bed, going for a run, etc.
DeleteYeah, I painted the living room, the dining room, my bedroom and both of my girls' bedrooms. I still have the hall, stairway and kitchen left. Oh, and the master bath. So, I'm not done either. ;)