Saturday, 16 April 2016
Then // Now
Making sense of invisible chaos (the kind that resides inside my head + of which there's certainly more than enough of whirring around up there) seems to be easier to process than tangible chaos. At least when said tangible chaos is concentrated in one, smallish space.
My sense of the chaotic certainly hasn't gone anywhere. And I'm really quite glad about that. I'm not really sure who I would be without it.
Note an old blu-tack mark on the wall + strategically balanced out-of-reach-of-bunny-teeth wire. We're far from pinterest perfect in these parts. And we're okay with it. But I will paint over that spot. One day. Eventually.