Ugh ...

I want my office painted. I do. I really, really do. I hate the current wall color, which is way too pink-looking for my taste. I hated it the moment I saw it go up on the walls. And I have continued to hate it for the past 7 years. I have gotten to the point where, honestly, I don't feel I can live with it for even another minute. Seven years is a long time to live with something you despise.

I must keep reminding myself of this. Because, in spite of promises of assistance, I am sitting here trying to clear the office out all by my lonesome so that my dad can paint it for me when he comes up in a couple of days. So far, I have packed 5 boxes of stuff ... and I feel I haven't even made a dent in it. *sigh*

I have too many books. I love them all, and I've never truly felt it was possible to have "too many" books. But, looking around at this room, I realize I have a crap-ton of them. Yikes.

So ... I'm taking a deep breath. I'm reminding myself all this hell will be worth it, in the end. Because the new color will be beautiful. And I'll love it so, so, soooo much more. (Even if everyone in my family thinks I'm crazy for wanting to re-paint it. @_@) Once the walls are done ... the new desk and shelving are in ... the baseboards are touched up ... and I can, once more, sit in my space surrounded by my books and all the other things I love ... then I will feel like things are going just a little bit right in my corner of the universe. This will be a good thing. It will make all the suffering worth it.

...

Right?

Good news is that, in packing up some of the books, I ran across a Discworld novel I haven't read yet. Yay for new Pratchett! Woot! =D