I come away with a feeling of doom.
A feeling of needing to grow up.
To live more like an adult.
My friends homes are polished.
Minimal clutter, non-existing bric-a-brac.
Honestly, none of these words
describe how we live or our
|Urban Barn, Escondido|
This is the dialogue thread that has
defined my life. What I am and what
I wished I could have been.
In the end, my authentic self has won.
It is clear in the books and magazines where
I spend a significant amount of cash and time.
The inspiration scrapbooks I create.
In the orange cane I carry.
In the places we visit.
Simply, I must accept the portrait of my heart
illustrated in the way we adorn our cottage.
To answer the call from within.
Word of the day: Authentic.