Sometimes, I feel weirdly anxious about my life. Mostly along the lines of 'what the hell are you going to do next month when your hours get cut?!' and 'I have so much stuff. Must sell stuff on eBay. Man I hate eBay...' , and of course the question of whether I should move out of this nice wee place I live cause the baby next door WILL NOT SHUT UP (seriously, I don't much like babies in the first place but this one wakes me up on a daily basis). But last month it got slightly worse and while on the verge of a full blown panic attack, I decided on a whim to move my bed against the wall. Which brought on a nice calm feeling. Huh.
Maybe it's cause I grew up sleeping with my bed against the wall, so it felt familiar. Maybe it's cause I now have floor space (I love floor space). It's certainly not cause I now sleep against the same wall as the screamer next door. But whatever, my bed now feels more cosy and I'm loving the generous amount of carpet I see when I walk in the room. Result.
|Yeah, the after pic was taken with my rather crap phone camera, oops...|