[Macd123]

Okay so I got motivated and bought some paint to do my bedroom. I lived at the same tiny condo for years and I decided it was time for a upgrade. What a lot of fricken work and I ain't as young as I used to be - wash the walls, trim, tape, cover the floor, one coat, two coats ad nauseum. Well each stroke was a challenge I kept thinking who is going to see this besides me - who would see the result of all this effort. Okay so it looked cleaner and I actually got the mountain of dust out from under my bed - where in the hell did all that dust come from????? So I sat there, paint covering my arms and legs, admiring the masterpiece when the loneliness ruined everything. Wow, I can't even do a home project without the internal train wreck coming through. I wanted to run out into the streets and scream - hey everybody I painted my bedroom and it looks great! Silence, I could hear the paint dry. Pictures on the wall would be nice - a momentary reprieve. A new bed? Then there was the emptiness of the bed - the cold sheets and the eternal reach out to touch something. The moment, the accomplishment, the race is won, it is an empty stadium.

[gayleggg]

Sounds like you did a lot of work. It's a shame that you can't show it off, but take time to enjoy it yourself. I redid my bedroom and didn't have anyone one to share it with but it makes me feel lighter just entering the room. Find a nice picture of someplace you would like to be and hang it. I did that and on nights that I have trouble sleeping I just stare at it and wonder what it would be like to be there. (I sleep with a nightlight on). Enjoy your space.