Old Job, New Bedroom

So I didn't get the job I applied for. I found out Thursday after work. They were gracious about it and even apologetic for having drug me through the process and then hiring internally in the end.

After crying for a while, mostly over the miserable thought of going back to work the next day with no hope in site for an exit, I felt ok. I started to move forward again.

I've just been in a waiting mode ever since I applied and I've been putting some things off I've wanted to do. On Friday when I came home from work I had so much energy I reorganized all the furniture in my room. I've been dreaming for years of having a room that was just a bedroom, not my office or computer room or TV room, but just a bedroom, a peaceful place where I can relax. I packed up all the things I thought I couldn't live with out, but can. It was really amazing because for the first time in five or six years everything has a place. There was no random object left that I didn't know what to do with. I even went through the pile (you know the pile) that keeps shifting around for months because you don't know what to do with it. There isn't a piece of paper left laying around haunting me.

The walls had remained undecorated because they are plaster and require predrilling holes in order to hammer a nail into it. I got over the obstacle asked the neighbor if I could borrow their drill and hung pictures, curtain rods and a decorative sconce. I'm giddy, I love my new room. I even allowed myself to purchase a few throw pillows and some sheers.

So even though I'm still here in the old job I've got a new bedroom that makes me happy every time I walk into it.