"I want to live in this world, not in my head..." These words filled my head this morning...ran through my mind, bounced around, were savored, and still echo in my head. (Does that mean my head's empty?)
I found the song on a blog this morning; I don't remember which one. I don't remember the artist or title. I know that I'll go back later, track it down, write it down, and buy it!
Today's a day of changes, as is most of life. When life gets static, you know you're in trouble, 'cause you're not living it.
Go for it!
Today, my lovely daughtand her husband move into their own place. You can see Kara above with her dad...a journal page from last year, but still so true. TIme's moving quickly. I guess I do try to save bits and pieces of it in my journals, and I'm glad that I do. I love looking back, at both the good and the bad...the good for the wonderful memories, and the bad...well, I survived it, and there's something to be said for that!
My house is a complete wreck. Christmas still presides in nearly every corner. There simply wasn't room to drag out the boxes and pack it away, since other boxes, holding Kara's stuff had accumulated in any bit of space to be found. There's still lots of stuff to be hauled away yet, and it's going to be another week or so before anything returns to "normalcy."
Who-Dey is antsy; he knows his kids are up to something, and he's not liking it one bit. He adores Kim and will miss him dreadfully.
I'm trying to ignore the clutter and confusion; it's part and parcel of a healthy change. But, oh...you know, I just don't like it. The clutter, not the change. I'm longing to bring spring into my house, but there's no room at the inn!