Sheez, do I still have some work to do on the "Brit being home" issue. Just realized something of mine was thrown away in the bathroom makeover. Am going to the store, get an inexpensive tote/bag, keep everything in there, IN MY ROOM.
Dad called and I told him I was heading to the store, and why. Mentioned it's apparently Brit's bathroom, and he said "no, it's yours, too". I told him funny how I never have any say on how it's painted, that I now get to see the pink AND neon orange, but whatever. I know this sounds petty, but there are about 20 empty bottles of stuff in there, yet MY stuff is what gets thrown away?
Has given me incentive to work on MY room, make it my safe haven and have it nice and comfy. This whole "YAAAYYYYY, Brit has come home" is stirring up a lot of feelings, and they're not good ones, but it has a lot to do with my self-worth/esteem, so I will continue to work on it.
Me doing me, is always the right answer, right?
Hugs and prayers,
Amy