Letting go, little by little.
My bedroom got purplish pink because someone asked me to paint it. I picked girly colors. I didn't paint it that way for me. I painted it that way for the former when she said she was coming home. It was yellow. Now it's blue.
With white trim. Tomorrow I get a fresh gallon of the white I used to paint it the trim before and prime and paint the trim I added around the windows. The ceiling is white again after two coats of ceiling paint. The walls are now "In the Midnight Hour" blue; it's close to the cornflower blue Crayola crayon. With the white trim it looks just like the picture I saw online.
Painting it was not cathartic. I was excited when I painted it last time in the hope that I was gonna have a second chance. It didn't quite work that way. Hey, things happen, though, and I just never got around to painting it. It wasn't that I didn't want to . I just didn't want to.
Yeah, I know, but it's the best way I can explain it.
It's hard sometimes. I try to move on and the crazy starts all over, but nothing ever changes. At least this time the crazy is only happening around me, not too me. I got invited to play but had the good sense to stay on the sidelines. I'm getting a bit wiser in my old age. I'm just kind of letting God direct the path. For once, the only thing I did was pick out paint.
The room looks nice. When I get it all done, I'll post pictures.
The one thing painting did though was help me pass the time today.
Sometimes, that's not easy either.
With white trim. Tomorrow I get a fresh gallon of the white I used to paint it the trim before and prime and paint the trim I added around the windows. The ceiling is white again after two coats of ceiling paint. The walls are now "In the Midnight Hour" blue; it's close to the cornflower blue Crayola crayon. With the white trim it looks just like the picture I saw online.
Painting it was not cathartic. I was excited when I painted it last time in the hope that I was gonna have a second chance. It didn't quite work that way. Hey, things happen, though, and I just never got around to painting it. It wasn't that I didn't want to . I just didn't want to.
Yeah, I know, but it's the best way I can explain it.
It's hard sometimes. I try to move on and the crazy starts all over, but nothing ever changes. At least this time the crazy is only happening around me, not too me. I got invited to play but had the good sense to stay on the sidelines. I'm getting a bit wiser in my old age. I'm just kind of letting God direct the path. For once, the only thing I did was pick out paint.
The room looks nice. When I get it all done, I'll post pictures.
The one thing painting did though was help me pass the time today.
Sometimes, that's not easy either.
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