change

well, i should be in my little kitchen sanding, continuing the renovation, the change to this part of my world but i find myself continuing to procrastinate.  i often wonder why- i want to make this place my own, my oasis, my shelter and maybe most importantly, a reflection of me. but i suppose, in writing this that maybe i'm afraid of that a little. changing this apartment to reveal myself- interesting.  and perhaps the perfectionist in me is worried that it won't be that- perfect. but does it have to be? and knowing myself the way i do, this tiny part of my world will always be changing, like me and like the city itself. so, back to the kitchen i go, changing it, loving it, imagining what it will be like when it's complete. all these things, in both worlds, ever changing- maybe that's why we're a good match- the city and me.