It would greatly help if there was a formula for this.

Shopping always nipped the tension.

I don’t need anything in particular nor do I feel an impulse for anything.

Less is more as one grows older.

I will be on my own the next few days.

Girls both out and help will be on holiday.

I won’t have to get up too early.

Laundry can wait until the load piles up.

I’d be lying if I said I’d be 100% ok.

I think this would be a good time to get myself out of my self-imposed prison.

Occupation.

I’m not talking about a job.

I am referring to how one occupies time.

I try to keep myself mindfully occupied.

With purpose.

It can’t be all work.

One morning it hit me.

I am alone.

I focused on keeping myself occupied.

Too occupied that I forgot to smell the flowers.

While waiting for my ride to arrive,

This yellow flower greeted me.

Appreciation for the little things life offers.

Every day is a work in progress.

I hear the rotating motion of the fan.

My fingers typing on the keyboard.

It’s Tuesday, 4am.

I hear my thoughts in this moment’s silence.

I think I’ll wear something blue today.

My hypnotherapist said, “close your eyes and go to that place that brings you peace.

Describe what you see.”

“I see Green all over, peaceful and relaxing.”

My mind kept taking me to a place that was peaceful however, I sensed it was not quite my place to be.

I didn’t have the energy to battle with my mind so I let go of that uncertain moment.

Snap of a finger I was awake.

“Before you go to bed, don’t forget to take your mind to that place where you see Green all over.  Say out loud how peaceful and relaxing your place is.”

I woke up this morning to kind messages of support from The Green Room.

Only then did I realize that the Green in my subconscious was not the Green of my distant past…

But this Green Room that always kept its door open for me.

Once, twice, thrice I have come and gone.

Green Room remains my home.