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Today, I painted the bathroom. I didn't plan on it, but the before and after pictures on Facebook are really nice. Of course, they only show part of the story. The real story starts with a message to my tribe:

"Y'all say some prayers today. I'm trying to make my bedroom the place where we loved and not the place where he died..."

139 days. That's how long it's been since Derek passed away. That's also how long it took for me to able to pick up his jeans off the bathroom floor. It was a personal victory. It was awful. I did it though. Then I laid across the bed and held them and cried. A bunch. It was ugly. It was cleansing.  When I finally sat up, I wiped my face and decided to go buy paint.

I am not done with the bedroom/bathroom makeover, but I am proud my progress so far.

There is still a lot of work to be done...on myself and on the rooms. The color isn't right just yet, and there's some touch-up to still be done, but today it's fresh and new, and I needed that.