Wouldn’t it be nice if, on those days where everything seems to be going wrong, we could just crawl back into bed and hide from the rest of the world?
Unfortunately, most of us can’t do that. After enduring a morning full of spilled coffee, traffic, and demand after demand, you just simply have to keep going.
I love boxes. I always have. Because nothing says potential like an unfilled space, waiting in a silent plea for me to fill it.
From antique steamer trunks and vintage hat boxes, to a tiny opal inlaid bit of silver barely large enough to hold a secret. Boxes carry latent possibility – a character trait I get along with well.
All the experts say you shouldn’t do it, but each night I find myself tucked into bed with my cell phone in hand.
While my husband and our pets fall into a deep slumber, I stay up just a little longer, swiping and clicking, hoping to unwind just a bit more. They say I shouldn’t do it, but I ignore them.