There are papers on the floor. The walls are bare. There are neatly boxes packed in one corner, and in another there is some sort of ab-making machine that my husband uses. There is a garland hanging on the wall, and one mirror, just chilling out. Magnets are scattered over the carpet, along with miscellaneous photos of flowers that dot the room like relics of a forgotten career. There are pens everywhere.
It's chaos. And it's very symbolic of our life right now.
Everything is turning over. Changing. Just like the seasons, one lovely time churns into another. I have closed my flower company and am working to transition it to the new owner as smoothly as possible. It's not always possible. Taking five years of work and trying to convey it in one month of instruction and paperwork is difficult. Saying goodbye to the flowers- the gorgeous blooms, like a balm to my soul - is even harder.
That is on the business side of things. There are forms to fill out, Secretary of State's to call, taxes accounts to close, websites to transfer, domain origins to track down. It's a lot of information that I'm funneling through. What's helpful? What's not?
On the homefront, things are changing as well. We are switching the flower company office with the guest room. The room that WAS the man cave, then it became the guest room, and it's now becoming a dual office for both Ryan and I. Two desks, to unique spaces for us to get work done. His will be filled with thick theology books and comic books, and mine will be a beautiful, peaceful space where I can go to release the words that I imagine bursting forth from me in an inspired, glorious tidal wave. It will be a haven for inspiration, a creative den of imagination.
Right now it's a home for ninja dog poop, laundry and board game pieces.
PS- We clean up any ninja dog poop right away, just FYI. Didn't want to leave the impression that it just hangs out all day. Gross.
I'm putting up new art in the main living room. I have this black and white frame that has been up there forever which includes a lurker-esque picture of my Dad and a picture of someone that I'm not friends with anymore. She's been just hanging out the last four years. I had these lovely silver butterflies that flew up and over the kitchen door that I now find to be very annoying. I'm not sure what's happening, but all the sudden I want everything to be different. Maybe some of it's nesting as we prepare for a child someday, but who knows when that will come to fruition.
But honestly, I think it's mostly this: for so long, I've defined myself as a the owner of a florist. That's what I posted about. That's what I took pictures of. I always wanted to be a writer, but I never dreamed it would become a reality. But now that it is, I find myself racing to keep up with it all. I'm maintaining the Facebook page, the Elly in Bloom Facebook page, the Amazon Author Page, the Goodreads Author Page, along with a few other dozen smaller author sites. I'm trying to get reviews, since reviews matter so much for a debut author. All this while I'm trying to finish QOH, transitioning my company to a new owner and have time to watch an entire season of Revenge. (It's so deliciously numbing!)
I tell you, it's exhausting. And I am so thankful that I can just write, so deeply in love with it, that I am just submerged, breathing it in . It's okay if everything has to change, because it should.
In fact, you MIGHT notice some other changes as well, like to this blog! The Ranunculus Adventures is getting a face-lift. It's not going to be about flowers anymore - not that I won't lavish love on gorgeous weddings now and then - but it's more writer friendly, more reader friendly. I wasn't a huge fan of the cartoon girl at the top. Everytime I looked at it, I thought - who is that?
I hope you'll stick with me as all these transitions occur. I hope soon I can show you a new office, a new blog, new decorations, new books. I'm HOPING that I can get it all done by December. That way I can just write and enjoy Christmas. Oh yeah. All my Christmas stuff is different this year. White is in, red is out. Everything is changing.