Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Enough About Me

I have arrived.
After seven plus years, from the time my oldest daughter was pushed in to the world
and everything changed, to my youngest daughter turning two and toeing the line of independence,
I am finally able to bring myself to the forefront. 
 At least that's what I tell myself as I contemplate going back to school to study interior design.

When I think back, I realize I've always loved it. 
 From moving my bedroom furniture to every wall when I was a teenager,
to rearranging mom's tchotchkes in a more favorable grouping, I've always needed to exist
in an aesthetically pleasing surrounding.
 And moving to our new house three years ago has only made me more obsessed. 
 I'm constantly moving things around--furniture, rugs, wall hangings, pillows, vases, lamps,
plants and trees in large and heavy terracotta planters, the list goes on and on.
 Don't get me started on paint colors.
 My point being, it's who I am, it's who I've been all along. 
 Which is why for the first time in a long time, I feel purposeful and predestined,
and excited for what lies ahead in my new career. 
 But, enough about me...
what do you think about me?

1 comment:

  1. Welcome to the blogosphere and please note I will never use that term again. I am hoping this new career fulfills you in every way and I know you will do great at it. And I might not have to move as much furniture in the future which is a good thing.


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