and the inspiration begins to roll

earlier this year, i complained about having been in a rut for a couple of weeks. well.
let me tell you a little something about the last two months or so.
let me tell you about all the things i've done, all the things i've been inspired by, all the meals, the photos, the exciting moments, the happiness and all that jazz....



and i'm done.
because i saw that two week rut, and i raised it a month and a half. and here's bloody well hoping it ended today. and all because of a tiny little washer part in my shower head. which i removed. and baby, the removal of that tiny little washer, well, it let the water flow. it flowed harder and faster than it has in the two years that we've been living here. and as it beat on my back, i was totally inspired. inspired to change, inspired to grow out of the muddiness in which i've been hibernating and bloom, baby.

and when girlfriend's had a good shower, it's gunna be a good day. starting with husband handing in his final essay. ever. full stop the end no more essays ever in his life (until next degree...). and then, i fixed our wall. ya know, just fixed it. it had a giant gash in it (partly caused by damp, partly caused by me obsessively peeling the swollen paint). said gash had been partially repaired by a plasterer who abandoned us mid-job. and because i was inspired, and because i was running on the recent memory of a brilliant shower, i drove to the hardware store, bought the materials and instruments, and finished the job.


and maybe while i was at the store i picked out paint samples. and maybe in 48 hours, when the filler is dry, i might just sand back my work and paint the entire wall a brand new colour. and maybe that's where change and growth starts, and maybe who knows where it ends.

today, we also finally finally settled on our loan. so now we and the bank proudly own this beautiful, imperfect, perfect little apartment. with all its gashes and cracks, its stains and its pulled, thready carpet. and we love it. because it lets us be home. and it lets us have bangin' showers (at least from now on).


it's been a great day. and no more lame, novel "challenges" or "countdowns". they don't work for me. because, like i've just said, there is no end point, and there shouldn't be. if i name a day or a time or a size or an event, i will never be happy. because the growth and change will stop there. and i want it to keep rolling on and on.

no photos today, but who knows... maybe tomorrow. when the inspiration continues to roll.

-- R.