In the apartment that I used to share with my family, I
would frequently get bored with the rooms and would make my husband rearrange
them. A lot. Now, in our house, the hubby mounted the TV
to the wall as soon as I’d let him, locking it into place. It pains me a little to not be able to
rearrange that room. I constantly find
myself wanting to change things, make them better. If I move this room that way, then it will
look more open, cleaner, efficient, stylish, etc, etc. I am very much this way with my own life as
well. I am forever rearranging things,
changing behaviors and attitudes, trying to make them better, more acceptable,
easier, open, cleaner, etc. I am always
striving for more patience, more faith, more energy, more ideas. I certainly haven’t perfected any one of
these yet, but I do have a lot of great ideas.
As each day passes, I am keenly aware of how fast my children are
growing. I am also aware that they are
my life and I would take a bullet for any one of them. I work hard to try and make things better for
them, even if it’s something simple like rearranging THEIR rooms (something I
also do a lot).
Someone wise once said, in talking about their own life,
“I’m changing my story.” Well so am
I. I am changing it bit by bit.
