Decorating My Bedroom

“What happened to the hangouts where we would just chill on our friend’s beds?”

Isn’t it a crazy thing that we may never see some of our closest people’s bedrooms?

It sounds weird but our bedrooms are one of the most intimate parts of us.

How we decorate, how we orient our furniture, the flow or the feng shui.

I was thinking about this today as I spent a quiet evening alone at my place.

I put on a Zach Bryan album and as I tidied up, I decided to finally fix up the half empty collage I’ve had up on my wall for the past month.

I’ve been known to overdevelop photos.

To have “too many” of my boyfriend on the wall or now have piles of images of people I don’t talk to anymore.

So I’ve tried to cool it on the massive bedroom photo walls, but it’s still immensely important to me to have my favourite images up and mementos that represent some of my most love filled memories.

Since moving out, I’ve been wanting to lean more into my style, and collect things that may make no sense.

Other than they make me smile so I bought it. Which actually makes perfect sense if you think harder about it.

It’s moments like these when I feel most at peace in my home.

When I look over at my plant and notice it’s grown a sexy vine since I last admired it.

If we don’t stop and breath in the moment, we’ll miss our whole life.

This is something I’ve been struggling with lately.

Stressing about what’s next, wondering what to do with my future and how to get out of a concrete jungle.

But this is temporary. Every phase is.

So how do I sit in stillness and appreciate what is?

This. This is what I do.

I care for my space. I stretch in silence. I put my phone away. I let my mind roam to all the weird places.

Because if we keep wishing for what’s next, we’ll never really know what kind of life we had while it was happening.