Space cleared
Oct. 27th, 2002 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleaJust spent about a half hour cleaning out from under my bed. I got into the bad habit of tossing everything on my floor in it when my room asked for cleaning. Need to get out of that habit, must start pitching things in my closet instead.
I had origionally designated the spot under my bed as a retreat; sacred space to think. Now I'm reclaiming it from the masses of things I had shoved underneath it. I don't know, there's just something about it that makes me feel at peace. Maybe it's the closeness of the walls, maybe it's the cave-like feel that it has. Maybe it feels so comfortable and peaceful because it's lined with memories, blankets with tales to tell, stuffed animals, and old sketchbooks dating back as far as the tail-end of '95 when I recieved my first two sketchbooks for Christmas. It's rather humerous. I go through all these other sketchbooks without a blink, yet the two that I've had since '95 still have pages left. Two in the smaller one, and four in the larger. I guess they're something like chronicles of my work. Showing me how I've improved since I was 10. That's seven years worth of experience and art crammed into those books. Rather interesting and intruiging.
I suppose I'll be off now, early class in the morning. I'll just hope I won't step on anything when I wake up.
Feels good to have my space back.
And yes, I'm still listening to my christmas music! *latches upon TSO*
I had origionally designated the spot under my bed as a retreat; sacred space to think. Now I'm reclaiming it from the masses of things I had shoved underneath it. I don't know, there's just something about it that makes me feel at peace. Maybe it's the closeness of the walls, maybe it's the cave-like feel that it has. Maybe it feels so comfortable and peaceful because it's lined with memories, blankets with tales to tell, stuffed animals, and old sketchbooks dating back as far as the tail-end of '95 when I recieved my first two sketchbooks for Christmas. It's rather humerous. I go through all these other sketchbooks without a blink, yet the two that I've had since '95 still have pages left. Two in the smaller one, and four in the larger. I guess they're something like chronicles of my work. Showing me how I've improved since I was 10. That's seven years worth of experience and art crammed into those books. Rather interesting and intruiging.
I suppose I'll be off now, early class in the morning. I'll just hope I won't step on anything when I wake up.
Feels good to have my space back.
And yes, I'm still listening to my christmas music! *latches upon TSO*
