There is nothing more beautiful than a large, empty room. So full of possibilities. Wouldn't it be great to just accept the emptiness for what it is? Already full - of potential.
I just had to peek down the hall at the empty apartment. I couldn't resist gliding around these floors. I dreamed for a few moments. A vase there, a lamp there, a pillow - no wait stop! Why do we need so many things?
For now I just contemplated the open space. Ahhh. I'd like to move to a larger apartment. With a bedroom. This particular apartment is twice what I am paying, so it is not to be. That's okay, I'm no longer enamored with old buildings and their dust. I want clean and modern, with no trim. And large closets.
Finally, I started cleaning today. It's taken a long time to get up the energy to clean. I feel like open, serene and simple. I tire of the burden of too much stuff.