Okay, too much HGTV.
My office, the space where all those pearls of wisdom fall from my finger tips onto the computer screen. It was so dusty and cluttered it had become impossible to move about the room. There was a path from the door to the desk. The desk was obscured by piles of paper and books.
I didn't do anything other than clean up and swap burgundy velvet curtains for the olive faux suede curtains, but it feels like a new space. Because I can get into it. This time I swear I will be good and clean my room. I really, really will.
This is my year of transformation. My year to decide to enjoy my space, my life. If only I could get Howard out of my chair.