Eight Twenty Seven Sunday August twenty eighth
I work from home. I hibernate, I face dilemmas, I do, I thrive & hide. I work from home.
Today I transplanted my plants to better homes. Sometimes I don't know how much more space a plant needs, so I end up transplanting a small thing into a huge container. Then I wait for as long as I possibly can (because doing this in an apartment is a pain in the ass) until I can't deny the fact that the poor plant is not living in its proper home. So today, despite the so-called 'tropical storm warning,' I transplanted almost all of my plants, and as a result, a shit ton of dirt ended up on my face and my arms, in my eyes, under my nails, and inside my bedroom.
But I'm thrilled with the results. After I brought all the planters back inside and found them the right spot around my workspace, I took up the opportunity to re-organize both the practical and functional aspects of the space, keeping in mind the aesthetics. Usually when I organize this way I take photos to give these universes an eternal life.
Everything here is sacred to me. Objects are mindfully placed there, like that, for a reason...to bring me peace, stability, creativity & positivity...basically to fight back all the anxiousness and fear that controls my mind.