I think as time goes on, my life is resembling rooms. One room is too small. The furniture doesn’t fit. The carpet is all wrong. Close the door. The next room is bigger, but I am outgrowing the decor. Too many fish. Not enough chandelier tiers. Close that door. Open the double doors. Now that is better. Look at the big chair, I could snuggle up in that. Wait, now it is cold. Not enough warm air. This one is too soft and cuddly. No, not enough strength. On to the next one. But will they ever run out? As I get older I wonder, will the rooms just finally come to a stop? Can I find the perfect room? These questions continue. And the dice roll. Monday is a new beginning. Maybe, if the room fits and is able to fit me in, and I like the decor. Wish me luck. I am hoping for a room with a view, maybe a side bar and an occasional fan.
Maybe, just maybe.