A promise to spend more time in the quiet stillness.

Last year for Christmas, Adrian gifted me the best gift ever. He redid our tiny guest room to turn it into a guest room/office combo. He painted two of the walls bright pink, bought me a beautiful white desks and hung white shelves. I love this room. It has these custom pencils I ordered, remnants of past projects and this gallery wall that is a mix of printables I've created and art I love. It is this little space that feels like me.

But truthfully, I haven't spent much time in there.

When Adrian transformed this space, I had envisioned spending evenings in there, typing away happily and creating content for this blog. I imagined feeling inspired and creative and having endless ideas. Truthfully, I think I was looking for something on the outside to spark something on the inside. I thought if I had the right environment, inspiration would strike and the ideas would flow easily.  I thought that just by walking into the room, ideas would come. Clearly, that did not happen.

I'm sitting in my guest room/office now and I still don't have tons of ideas, but I am here. I think we all have these stories to tell and sometimes they come quickly and sometimes they form slowly over time. But they never come if I don't take the time to actually sit still and write them. No amount of pink paint is going to change that writing and creativity take time. And peace and quiet.

As winter approaches, I'm making a promise to myself to spend more time in this room, knowing that stories don't come from the right frame on the wall or the perfect rug, but from a quiet, stillness within me.  And that if I take that time to sit and think and wonder and reflect and stare off into the distance, ideas and stories and projects will come. 

Though notepads and notebooks that match my wall decor certainly can't hurt, right?

P.S. One day when I find some decent lighting, I'll include some photos of my little office because I absolutely love it. If you lived here and you came over, it's the first room I'd want you to see.

And also, the notebook and notepad were gifts from my sister along with the most perfect "Paris is always a good idea" print for my gallery wall. She gets me.

We have these photos to remind us.

In the past year, one of the joys of having Alexia (my niece) in our lives has been seeing my parents as grandparents. Though my dad can be somewhat intimidating, he is an absolute teddy bear with my niece. Alexia adores her grandfather and I have loved seeing them together. 

This past summer, we took a trip to Vermont for my dad's family reunion. Alexia was almost a year old and had a difficult weekend. The traveling and sleeping in a hotel had messed with her schedule and she was unhappy. The second morning, we took an overly tired baby from her overly tired mom's arms and played with Alexia awhile so Erin could sleep a bit longer. In that perfect morning light on those perfectly white sheets, I grabbed these images of my dad and his first grandchild. And they are absolute magic.

Long after Alexia heads off to kindergarten and high school and college, I know my dad will hold on to these images. I love that, through photography, these small moments of love that we might have forgotten remain with us. When she is older and it is hard to remember just how little she was, we have these photos to remind us. And I love that.
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