I am not sure what happened, but I am going with it.
Yesterday, I decided to was done with our orange walls. They served their purpose. They helped me wail and gave me a place to ‘put’ my grief.
Here is the story of the orange walks.
After celebrating my birthday, I knew my pain had turned to peace. So, I picked up a brush and roller this morning and began to pain.
I was able to talk to my boys about the pain I felt when Nana died. I told them that painting this wall orange helped me. I told them I wanted to paint this wall white today because of the peace, love and joy that surrounds us now.
Peace.
Love.
Joy.
Now back to the wall to no longer wail but to have a whale of a time doing something my mom loved to do.
Thank you God for giving me perseverance to deal with my stuff and to have such a supportive partner.
Beautiful Joanna. Beautiful that u acknowledge and accept what is there and let it go through-from Orange to white.
Thank you for always meeting me where I am at! I love your whole families presence in my life! Happy Saturday!
Thank you… It has been an incredible ‘white’ journey so far…
I remember your orange wall. I am glad you don’t need it anymore. It did look kind of cool, but it looks nice white, too.