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So I just redecorated the workspace.
It’s... the lights were one thing, I wanted those, and I moved the whole desk away from the wall so the space can breathe for once... but now, so can I. I feel safe in it now. I can actually get a creative spark in it now; it doesn’t feel cramped or shadowed or dull.
But opening up the space is one thing. The other thing is what’s in it.
...I haven’t had any of that art up on my wall in 3 years. And that art is... terribly dear to my heart.
Having it back up there means worlds to me. I feel alive now, seeing it, remembering who I am in light of it all, remembering the brightness that always was us. It’s a profound measure of hope and love and joy.
So yeah. I finally feel at home in my own room, and if that wasn’t great enough, it snowed like 12 inches outside so I’m basically in the best mood ever right now.