Sunday, February 17, 2013

Going Back to the Self

I almost got a dog this weekend.

But I decided not to. I got a vacuum instead.

I still know, though, that this dog and I would have gotten along wonderfully. I know because I once had a dog of a similar nature. I still wish I had gotten her--and I technically still can.

But no, now isn't the right time. That's what I decided: the timing wasn't right for getting a dog. If I've waited this long, I'll just have to wait a little longer. But I gained something from considering this dog. I gained a feeling of responsibility. So I decided that, instead of waiting until I have a pet that needs taking care of, I need to make those changes now.

That's why I got a vacuum. Ours had been broken ever so long and I'd been trying to convince myself I didn't care. But that's a terrible thing to pretend. So now I have a vacuum to help me maintain my place of living and myself better, so to speak. I've also been itching to do some rearranging in my room. Perhaps with the approach of Spring, now is the time?

I'm thinking of moving books onto my shelves to go with the boxes/figurines/etc. that I have there. I'm only worried that I'll make it look more cluttered instead of less. It's difficult to try and work within small spaces; but I guess the only way to know is to try it out, right?

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