Change

So Friday I asked PB to help me rearrange the living room. Before we started I told him there is a huge possibility that I wouldn't like it and would want it right back the way we began.

We rearranged and rearranged and moved again, finally something he likes... and me, I hate it! It is different! I want it the way it was, where I was comfortable. Where things, pictures and stuff had their own place. Now I would have to rehang pictures and reorganize stuff?! That is nuts. Let's put it back!

As he sat there happy and content with the change, I sat across from him pouting! Literally pissed off I had all this work ahead of me, to find homes for things that had great homes to start with. Why did I have to open my big mouth and want change??!?!?!? When I just wanted it right back the way we started.

As the night progressed I TRIED to like it, I really did. I rearranged pictures and the stuff to make it look more homey. I even moved things in from other rooms, more stuff! To make me like it.

Time for bed, it's 2:30am, four hours after I started this mess. Let me sleep on it, surely in the morning I will feel differently about it.

Morning comes and my mind is clear. I actually forgot about the living room fiasco. I walked into there and it was like a breath of fresh air! The sunshine was coming through the windows, illuminating the room in just such a way heaven could! Seriously, I like it! I didn't think that was going to happen!