I’ve been hiding out in my mom’s attic for the last couple of months making it into my home. I’ve been living on the road in my self converted ‘88 dodge ram van for the last couple years, then broke my back and wrist, and have had to really prioritize creating a safe space for myself… stability. I haven’t had that in years. I’ve needed my feet planted firmly in the ground. I’m 42 years old, single, without kids… and I’ve been waiting on meeting Mr. Right before settling down and making something into my home. But sometimes, your SELF must come first - before these dreams that society forces us to believe that are ours. I’m settling down in my Grandma Era alone - and I’m ok with that. I feel much more grounded now. I feel like I have put myself first for the first time in my life. I have created these rituals and habits everyday here in my attic. I wake up, make coffee, take Charlie my dog outside, read Jesus Calling, light incense and meditate with Buddha, write in my Passion Planner and then I get ready for the day for work. I’m looking forward to this chapter of Attic Annie while I wait on my van to get out of the shop and for my body to heal so I can finish building my dream tiny home next to my mom’s. Ps you can find everything in my attic at the link in my bio in case you’re wondering 😉
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