Note: Thanks again for the patience with my random posting. The Bean is thriving, and I’m finally feeling much better. This is the paid post that was planned for Sunday. There will be two audio companions this week, the usual free post and the usual paid one. A whirlwind! Enjoy ;)
Yesterday, R. bought me a boob planter for the money tree we purchased last weekend. I needed new things to adorn my desk, and this is what I wanted: a boob planter, a money tree, dried lavender to fill a gorgeous vase we bought in San Diego that had previously held two peacock feathers that just weren’t doing it for me anymore. These new and newish additions to my workspace were designed to elevate the area and, more importantly, make my desk time a tiny bit more joyful.
This change is a small thing. It’s not deep inner work to uproot the cause of any unhappiness I’ve been harboring. It’s not a miraculous, long-term solution to depression or a cure-all for occasional emotional funks. It’s not even something that’s going to make my life marginally different—merely a little better.
And yet, I am delighted. I’m a visual person who thrives on having beauty all around her. When I’m feeling swamped or stressed, anxiety or dismay, having the right mix of desk additions is just what the doctor ordered to keep negative mental spirals at bay. When I get stuck in my writing, I look to the boobs and smile. In my lifted spirits, I find the words to keep going.
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