Recently, many events transpired in my life. They led to my own personal “Big Bang” of some sort. Am I gonna talk about it? Nah. Maybe later. Not right now though.

In the picture above is one of many mugs that I’ve collected over the years. Warm drinks in these babies have always been there to comfort me. I moved back to my parents house almost 8 years ago after a divorce, and in my boxes that came with me was a pretty good amount of mugs. They each have carried my tea or coffee, yeah. But each mug has a story. It may not be a long story, but it’s one that makes me happy. My mother didn’t like me having my tangible love for mugs… did that stop my collection from growing? Hahaaaaaa nope! 🙂‍↔️

The mug above was one that I found at the dollar store for -you guessed it!- $1. I was with my best friend at the time. Neither of us had a lot of money, but we loved going to places we didn’t go a lot and see what we could find. I saw this autumn mug, and my heart started pinging. Some gals love spring and summer… but this gal looooooves her autumn! Born in July, dead middle of summer. But autumn is where every last bug goes to die. Where comfy snuggles by the fire live. Sleeps ina chilly room happen. Hats for bad hair days and cuteness are welcome. I can keep going 😆

I freaking love autumn if I could live somewhere where it’s always autumn, and leaves were every color but green, I’d move there now.

Since this “big bang” happened to me, my bedroom walls are bare. I don’t want anything up in the same place. Maybe even at all. I’m going for a minimalist approach. I love my mugs and the warm glow of a candle. I understand that lifestyle leans towards Hygge (Hoo-gah) and it makes me get the same ping in my heart that mug gave me.

Ohh so when the “big bang” happened, even though she doesn’t get it, my mom knows I love mugs and my collection to be specific. She grabbed the one above and another that looks like a hollowed out punkin (I know it’s spelled pumpkin, but that’s boring and incorrect) because she knows they bring me joy. I needed that. Thanks mama.

I’m using this as an opportunity to become myself more. All these years I’ve been trying to scrounge the bits of me left, from what’s left of what others have taken from me. But now I see those bit left of me, and skins I’ve shed for a reason. I’m not trying to improve myself. It’s time for a new me.

Roxy ❤️