My missing hat was located yesterday – buried in a box in our bottomless pit of a closet. Did I ever tell you that we share a closet? Not a walk-in closet, by the way, but a plain old average sized closet. There is so much stuff crammed in there that searching for something requires a deep commitment on my part. I have to be ready to hold my breath, dive in and hope I come up with something. Yesterday was one of those days…but I emerged rather quickly with my trophy. Ah, the joys of living in a 109 year old cottage. Yes, there are many perks but closet space is not one of them. The other closet in the spare bedroom/office/music studio looks like this:
I commandeered that space when we first moved in. I added shelves and they hold all my fabric, yarn, craft supplies, dialect tapes, the ironing board, assorted boxes of stuff I have no idea what to do with, the iron. Note to Norma: this was taken when I first got home – the Koala bear has been rescued from the interior of the closet!
I’ve been in a worrying mode lately. Worried about finances (as are so many of us), worried about my Mother’s health, worried about Riley’s health, worried about where my next job is coming from, worried about where Don’s next job is coming from (freelancing is problematic.) Of course, worry is projection, isn’t it? I’m not living in the moment if I am projecting about what might or might not happen in the future. And I firmly believe that what I send out to the universe comes back to me. So both Don and I write little reminders about what we know to be true right here and right now in our life.
This is today’s message. And we are indeed blessed. Since the chalkboard is located in the kitchen which is open to the living room, we see the message throughout the day. Oh, and it is right next to the door I use to let the dogs out, so add about 20 more times that I see the message.
If you’re new to the blog, the tutorial for the chalkboard is here. (Wouldn’t you know I’d use pink chalk?)
I’m grateful for abundance today.
