Ok, the rule is to type for five minutes and post whatever vomits out of my fingertips. May God be with you all.
My upstairs is all painted. Crisp and fresh colors. Granny Apple Green and Mermaid Treasure (teal-ish). Things are slowly going back in the right place and as a result everything is being cleaned up.
Because I think clean is beautiful, but I hate the act of cleaning up.
The same is true inside of me.
I want to clean up and out the junk that I've been carrying around for so long. Throw it out, bury it in the garbage and never look at it again.
I think that clean would be more beautiful on me, if I can only get up the courage and energy to clean.