Eleven days into my post a day project I am happy to report that my experiment is going well. I don't want to jinx it by revealing too much of what I've learned now, but I had thought it that it would be more difficult to come up with something to say every day. The opposite has been true. Indulging in a bit of daily stream of consciousness writing has actually produced more than I post here. Some things get cut for being too personal, too raw to share with anyone who is not me.
Tonight is one of those nights where my head is racing in too many directions for it to calmly settle on any one idea. It's not a night where I feel much like posting anything. I almost told myself that I had posted every night when I was sick, so surely it would be okay to skip a day, but I didn't want to do that. Being on my way to acheiving something (even this) is a good feeling. I don't want to ruin it, not now.
It is a night when I am not content to sit still. I am in fixer upper mode having spent the evening sketching out a plan for Phase 1 of Project Peacock (aka The Roomening) and developing a Phase 2 that I did not even know existed until today. I can't say much more, because I am still working it out. It is all about creating an ambience, a productive environment, not only in my home but in the other areas of my life. It is about conscious choice and seeking out what feels good (not momentarily good, but good in the bigger sense). But that is all a plan to be worked out tomorrow after my trip to the Hair Goddess (which really is not unrelated to my phase 2 scheme). I'm thinking deep purple and blonde again, but that could all change by tomorrow night. Things happen. Plans change. Either way, I'm looking forward to having my hair done. Sporting a new 'do ranks high on my list of life's simple pleasures.
And, now, since I am at the rambly point where I could say anything, I think it is best that I bid this day good night. Angel awaits...