One advice I will give myself, don’t tear up every room in your home at the same time.  My shelter, my nest, my sanctuary is very important to me.  It is my place to go when I feel no one gets me.  my life is about needing a space to lay down and put my foot on the floor, breath slowly and get myself together.  I pushed my crew and myself today…got a monkey off my back and put my pedal to the metal and got the floor board replaced in the kitchen…moved 10 pieces of furniture and created the beginnings of a sanctuary in my bed room… ah… the candle is in the window.. the aroma therapy is smoking away…the new sheets are on the bed.. there is no junk around…and I am so happy.   I am home.

With my new home is my new mantra.. it I don’t enjoy it…it is work… if it is work…it is not for me…I am retired.  I passed alone a project I don’t believe in and set up a system so that I don’t get seduce by junk mail. I’ll do the taxes tomorrow after breakfast with a friend… and say.. can’t wait to get home… mmmmm nice.