I woke up this morning and looked around my room at all the piles of stuff.
With my bed at the centre the piles are surround me in order of importance. Closest is my most often needed items, several water bottles, glasses, ear plugs, eye masks, my sik bag and b12 needles. Then still within arm reach, but needing a roll and stretch are books, audio cd’s, dvd’s and chargers.
A little further away is my jewelry (earrings ‘on’ means a good day), comfy clothes and some normal clothes ready for wearing at a moments notice.
Then there is the shoe pile, shoes ranging from holey slippers and ugg boots to shiny ballet flats and decorated thongs (no I don’t have a pile of skimpy underwear next to my bed, I am talking about the Aussie version of flip flops) . The heels are sadly, sigh, stored in the cupboard waiting and waiting.
Taking it all in my heart swells and I grin to myself, everything I need is right here nice and handy. All neat and tidy in little piles.
I am feeling better again.
I am officially recovered from the post party crash. I attended for 1hr and 1/2 and had one really bad week followed by three below average weeks.
The messy mixed up heaps of stuff that took over my room during the crash are gone.
Piles I can live with, it’s the heaps I struggle with.