Breakup Reorgs

Keep your eye on the yellow kidney-shaped dish on the rad; there's a story here.

But let me begin with this:

Ah, breakup reorgs.

I'm inclined to redo my digs whenever I'm bored, avoiding something, or in need of some therapy.

Add a recent breakup (on Valentine's, of all days) and you have a rather manic recipe for the reorg of the century.

I'm divulging highly personal details, yes, just keep your eye on that yellow dish. Doesn't it look pretty in the sunlight?

It was part of the reorg, having previously occupied the dining room table. I moved it to the rad and perched it atop some inspiring papers and design booklets.

I should also mention it was part of the fallout from a relationship that ended five years ago. The guy was a twit but when I left him he gave me this Canadiana bowl that we thrifted together at the Sally Ann for $17. Romantic soul, he was.

Tonight, that bowl just slid off the rad and crashed to the floor.

Now Dag, my cat, was nearby, but I'm taking the bowl's demise as a sign from the universe - a sign that I made the right choice, a sign to accept something as final, and - yes - a sign that I'm whole, with my integrity intact, even though what I thought was a relationship has been shattered beyond repair.

So. Time to thrive. I'll pick up the pieces, doncha worry.

Tomorrow: less personal philosophizing and more reorg pics!!