Outside Looking Inside

Last weekend, I ventured out and worked on some photography locally. I came across an old farmhouse that was well passed falling in.

This house was literally hanging on by a thread. The window, on the far left side, was still in tact. It's exterior wall created a barrier that was keeping me from seeing into the rest of the house. 

My mind eye kept levitating towards that window. What was inside that room? Was it a living room? The farm office? I kept imagining a little boy dropping his toy on the floor and coming to the window to stare out. Eventually that little boy's face was there. Clear as day. I promise I didn't see a ghost. It was just my imagination running wild. 

Make Yourself at Home

Home.

What exactly does that mean?

Sometimes home to us is where we grew up. Where we "started" from.

To some of us, home is where we live now. Where we hang our hat. Where we keep our families and our pets.

A home isn't a place. It's not a person. It's not a thing.

It's not something we can touch.

Home. 

It's a place of comfort.

Comfort. It's a feeling we all strive for in life.

Change

I took the back roads home from work tonight.

I needed a change. The highways get old. 

All the snow from this past winter is melting down as it got up to the 40s and 50s this week. 

I was enjoying my drive but there was mud just everywhere. As I thought about spring coming and the sunny, warmer days ahead, I tried to forget about the mud.

I then realized,

Every change comes with a price.

Beat the Winter Blues

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Lately, I've been in a funk.

Not a stinky funk. A blue funk.

And I am blaming the old man. No, not my husband. Old man winter.

It's funny. Many of us, come October, can't wait for hot chocolate, hooded sweatshirts, cozy blankets and hanging out by the fireplace.

Well, all those things can go to
hell heck.

Usually winter and I are friends but it's March 2nd and I don't think winter is going away quite yet.

They once said,

"If you can't beat them, join them."

I never did quite figure out who "they" is but I usually trust "they" because they're always right. "They" is kind of like your mother, in a sense. But we never admit to either that they're always right.

So, we are going to "join them" and beat the winter blues.

I took a poll on my Facebook page last week asking some of my readers how they beat the winter blues and here's what we came up with. Some of my readers happen to be our own fellow RH girls!