(L) The late-afternoon light is meditative, gliding silently across the creased and rumpled blanket. I look into my bedroom often, just to see the glow. (R) The gilded edges and aqua cover brighten the mostly white room; empty pages beckon like an open road.
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I've been feeling really down about our living space lately. It's a 900 sq. ft apartment with only two bedrooms, and between me, my husband, our rambunctious toddler AND the small business... well, cramped is not a strong enough word to describe how it feels here. Every day I am faced with clutter and stuff and displaced things, and every day I wish for space and order and simplicity instead.
I want to be content, but I find myself held down by frustration and disappointment.
I want to be better than that.
So, I've started a little project, inspired by the words of one of my favorite writers, Rainer Maria Rilke:
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.
I think that the cure for discontentment is gratitude, so occasionally I'll be posting photos and words that celebrate the daily riches that I do have here in my 900 square feet. Think of it as -- a little modern poetry.
(Are you feeling discontent about something in your life? Join me if you'd like! Leave a comment - I'd love to follow your progress.)
