Squeeze 5 minutes into your routine. Just 5. You are so worth it.
Tired of boxes and bags.
Tiredly carrying just one more thing—up the stairs or to the car. Another thing I forgot, and back I go to grab it.
Tired of not remembering where in this place I put something or if I have moved it yet.
Tired of pieces of life.
For years now ,I have yearned for a one piece life. A space for me. All of me. The weird concoction that God made me. The artist who creates with words or oils and lye or silver gelatin or simply with scissors and paper. All of me and all of my supplies in one place. One.
I’m gathering. Holding tightly to each scrap and bit shoved between my fingers. Tucking paper and thread in spaces and under the bed is a wonder of supplies.
There is soap drying in a suitcase underneath me as I sleep. Soap in the closet drying too. Paint waits for its spot and books, books are sorted and resorted and boxed and shelved. Fresh inspiration waiting.