I have few spaces to unwrap, one of those few spaces is my house. Yes, I have my own house, something that is not easy for a 30 years old girl in my country. I have a space, my space and I call it creative.
I have a very demanding and strict boss that tells me every day what do I have to do lol. She told me to fix my space. That boss lives inside of me.
I live between months lol. 6 months I work and 6 months I enjoy - sometimes I do that for 3 months -. Although I started that routine very recently the murder of my dad - if that blogged in another post- change a lot of things about the routine.
I've been writing as a therapy, I need that to organize myself. I have always written journals or diaries with everything that happens, what I feel. I do it to talk with myself, with my other self, with my alter ego, with the Angels, with God, with Satan - yes sometimes we need to with him-. I have so many notebooks/diaries /journals that I have lost the account. I try to hide them but the truth is that I don't even remember where I hide them, but I think they are all in my apartment.
I like to speak and write. Well, I like to write as I'm speaking, I'm writing here and it's like I'm talking to a group of people - sometimes I wrote like that in my notebooks; in another post I'll talk about EHH, a movement where I wrote for 10 years as if I was talking to a group of people. What I was saying? Ah! my space, my creative space. I have to prepare for this new season I like to say that I lived for seasons like the television series - I love it badly.
This new season begins with the preparation of my space. Cleaning, painting, making a schedule, prepare my office, a place for my plants, for my crystals, my candles, my yoga mat and my space to meditate. I have so much to do in my creative space that I don't even know where to start, well, yes.
1) By painting.
2) Selecting and fixing the spaces.
3) Cleaning.
4) Master bedroom...
Follow all the details of how is going to be my creative space...
Okay.
Love, kisses, goodbye