Iāve been working on establishing my own space lately. Both figuratively and literally. Like really making it my own. Iāve been very deliberate in this process, as Iām in a renaissance. And Iām being choosy. In all things.
Lately Iāve been working on my home office (since apparently Iāll be working from home indefinitely) and I stumbled upon some of my old stuff. Found my original Gameboy with Tetris. Itās fully functional and for the record – I still think itās the best game ever. The music is just as awesome as I remember. Oh and I still kick ass. I also found a few old sketch books. Funny to see how my doodles have evolved some. Not much but some. And even how Soph and I are into drawing the same things at similar ages.
I also came across some of my poems. Like from almost 20 years ago. š² Woah. Let me just say. Yāall think Iām a head case now?! You donāt even know the half of it. Some of that shit was dark and some of it was just straight crazy. I might get brave and share a few. Might. Crazy to take a small peek back at life before bills, responsibilities, motherhood, etc. You know when we were young, carefree and well rested. Feels like an entirely different universe…
But setting up my own space has been really good for me. Liberating, insightful, cleansing…all the things. And Iām learning about myself. It seems in the years past, Iāve manage to lose myself. And worst of all, I didnāt even know it till recently. How does that even happen?! Who does that to themselves? Sigh. But I digress.
Now, Iām working on finding me all over again. Itās all a work in progress. Iām a work in progress.