I think I shall just declare Confest the start of my year from now on. It’s that kind of place. This year I didn’t do a single workshop (Pixie Brat made up for it by doing ALL the workshops). I was exhausted and spent most my time asleep, resting or wandering and cuddling with The Wild One. Realistically it was the first real break I’ve had since this time last year.
And like last year it was a real game changer as far as my outlook on the future goes.
I took this photo as we reached the gates on our way out, and it kind of sums the whole weekend up. My Wild One and I, hippies at heart and sickeningly cutely in love.
Now that I’m out the other side and home (doing stupid amounts of laundry) my mind has turned towards minimising the amount of stuff I have and streamlining my space into something more user friendly and spacious. I have a large room, but very little space due to the amount of *STUFF* I keep.
More on that later.
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