I have the house torn apart trying to reconfigure my bedroom again, this time for the upcoming summer. I have the window the air conditioner goes in blocked off and the way my room is situated, there is very little floor space as well. It's a tiny room. Originally, when this house was first built, this was a bedroom, then the original owners turned it into a living room but putting a couch in there was nearly impossible if you wanted any other furniture in there as well.
So when my knees went arthritic and the fibromyalgia became an impediment to climbing stairs many times a night, I moved into the living room and slept on the couch. We bought a futon eventually and I would make up the bed every night but that became a huge burden as well with my arthritis and fibromyalgia. So I just turned the futon into a bed all the time and the living room into a bedroom permanently.
Except when I feel guilty about not having a living room. Then I try to make it convertible again. It never works so I should just give in and let it be a bedroom all the time.
Which is what I'm working on now.
To be honest, the energy in there has been wrong ever since I tried to make it convertible. I tried a few different approaches to it but nothing felt right so I'm working on putting it back the way I had it. It's taking all day because I don't have the energy I used to have now that my heart refuses to work at capacity. So I take frequent breaks and use Zach for the heavy stuff. I have so far to go and it's nearly 5 p.m. I'll be doing this at midnight when Tom gets home, I'm sure.
But another reason I need to do this is because I need room for spiritual things. I like my altar being the focus of my room and not tucked away in a corner, which is where it is now. I like looking at my altar, the pictures and even the statues, when I have them. Not to mention having room to actually stand in front of the altar for ritual and prayer. I don't even have that right now.
Well, back to work. Unfortunately the room won't clean itself.
So when my knees went arthritic and the fibromyalgia became an impediment to climbing stairs many times a night, I moved into the living room and slept on the couch. We bought a futon eventually and I would make up the bed every night but that became a huge burden as well with my arthritis and fibromyalgia. So I just turned the futon into a bed all the time and the living room into a bedroom permanently.
Except when I feel guilty about not having a living room. Then I try to make it convertible again. It never works so I should just give in and let it be a bedroom all the time.
Which is what I'm working on now.
To be honest, the energy in there has been wrong ever since I tried to make it convertible. I tried a few different approaches to it but nothing felt right so I'm working on putting it back the way I had it. It's taking all day because I don't have the energy I used to have now that my heart refuses to work at capacity. So I take frequent breaks and use Zach for the heavy stuff. I have so far to go and it's nearly 5 p.m. I'll be doing this at midnight when Tom gets home, I'm sure.
But another reason I need to do this is because I need room for spiritual things. I like my altar being the focus of my room and not tucked away in a corner, which is where it is now. I like looking at my altar, the pictures and even the statues, when I have them. Not to mention having room to actually stand in front of the altar for ritual and prayer. I don't even have that right now.
Well, back to work. Unfortunately the room won't clean itself.
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