i sang, i sang all day / i sing a small sing

I’ve been feeling so distanced from my friends lately. I suppose it’s only natural to grow apart and then back together, back and forth, over time. I really dislike always feeling like I need to justify my interests or how I spend my day. Just because a day is “beautiful” by someone’s standards doesn’t mean I need to be outside. My idea of a beautiful day is a cold autumn one. I always feel like I’m not being a good enough friend, a good enough roommate, a good enough daughter, a good enough sister… not to mention a good enough employee. But I need to resist the urge to retreat. I think, for me, for now, it’s better to keep engaging, to keep saying yes.

My room is still not as inviting as I’d like. I haven’t decided what to do about curtains at the windows. I like sheer ones, but I feel so exposed. I’m thinking of hanging these as my curtains, one at each window:

But then I couldn’t do a tree stencil on my wall. Hmmm.

I always take photos at my window. I like how I look in sunlight, in the morning.