The uninspired? That's me at the moment. Isn't it funny how one day we can feel all fruity and special, and then the next day our whole selves can suddenly morph into blobs of questions and furrowed brows and negative balances? Oh, it's funny, alright! It's hilarious.
So, there's a pink chair over there. Someone put it out by the dumpster in my apartment complex, which made me wish at least a couple of things. Things like that people wouldn't put pink chairs in the garbage. Things like me having a workshop and some knowledge of furniture repair.
I really do wish those things. I've outgrown this little apartment, and most anything can make me long for more space. A new yard, so that I can have my dog back. More yard than that, so I can try out my dreams of being a small-scale goat and chicken and food farmer... you know, with the chicks and the eggs and the milk and cheese and soap and potatoes and tomatoes and all of that. A workshop (and a cool old truck) so that I can rescue things like the sad old chair. An uncarpeted room for at-home yoga practice. A pool, so I don't have to adhere to the public pool's hours of operation...
And then there's the whole piece of the equation called money. Of which I have less than none. It has happened, and I'm trying to be all zen or SARK about it. Trying very hard to trust that things will flow, that I'll always have what I really need... or at least the gumption to rustle it up!
Here, I like this:
Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty, fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars~ (Joan L. Curcio)
2 comments:
My DH (dear hubby) is a dumpter-diving PRO! Some of my favorite furniture came that way! It's amazing what a little paint will do. You resourceful types are so crucial in our throw-away culture.
I have a great appreciation for the art of dumpster-diving in my old age. When I was younger, I was mortified that my mother was inclined to rummage through other peoples' trash, but now I'm downright impressed!
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