This is my room. I normally stiffen up when I have stuff all over the place. I've convinced myself that if my surfaces aren't clean or if my clothes aren't folded, I have, in some way, lost a grip of my day-to-day life. Like my room saying, "Hey man, you should get your shit together." This morning, however, I didn't feel that anxiety. Not sure why, but I think it had something to do with how the light was shining in. It was 6:14am when I took this picture, and everything looked weirdly magical.
It's like my room was sunbathing, drinking a coffee, and as I walked in and it said, "Hey man, take it easy and fold those clothes later. And don't worry about the dust on the mirror. Or your sweaty running clothes hanging off your chair. Here, have some coffee." (I guess I'm continuing with this anthropomorphic room.) Instead of taking my room up on the coffee, I said, "Hey, wait. Don't move. You look really good right now and I'm about to post this on the Internet. It should always be 6:14am on May 17, 2017, just so you always look this good." And my room was like, "Maybe I always look this good and maybe your perspective is different today." And I said, "You know what? Maybe you're right, Room. Maybe I'm just feeling extra good today. Maybe it's not just about the light at 6:14am." My room sat there, unflinching, just hanging out with it's coffee mug and didn't say a thing. I now realized that the room was drinking two coffees from a French press that was made on Sunday and was not at all fresh. It just let me sit in that thought and wonder. "You're pretty wise for a room, Room." And then I hit post and went on with my day.
Happy hump day!