Sarah’s world

To give to myself wasn’t a thing I had known. To surround myself in beauty, color, geometric shapes and comfort?  No. To choose my own preference?  And it be allowed to go through?! When I’d been taught I’m almost always wrong unless she told me I was right?  This is redemption.  This, glory.  So simple, so regressed, so wonderful. I am ready now to welcome my rainbow brite doll.  And I only want to add MORE color and MORE shapes until there is no white space left at all (she loved white walls above all).  I feel silly but the good feeling is undeniable.  My room.  It took five months to believe I was worth it but it did come to fruition just as I had hoped, even better!  And now I have my creative healing space - I’ve come a long way from nights on the short brown couch!  I hope to camp soon but this time it will be from desire and not necessity.