My life is…completely unremarkable. Except for the extreme blunders I make. Blunders that make people wonder if I’ve had a stroke or am suffering some kind of psychosis.
I made one of those colossal blunders this week and I’ve been feeling badly about it for days. It’s times like this I want to run away and hide. Out of shame, out of embarrassment, or just to protect myself from committing more blunders. I need a hiding place. A private place.
This cottage and piece of property have been all but completely forgotten. As far as I know it isn’t for sale, but from the looks of the upkeep the owners are there very seldom if ever at all. It would be the perfect hiding place for me.
My blogging has been suffering lately, along with my self-respect regarding the most recent blunder. The little cottage with the yellow door and shutters would be a wonderful place to think, reflect, and write. In fact, this piece of property was pointed out to me as what could be my “perfect blogging retreat.” I can’t disagree.
Take a closer look at the front window. The reflection in the front window would be my view as I look up from my writing or my woes. A beautiful lake and pristine forest surrounding it.
We all know one can’t run away from problems or blunders. My problems won’t disappear even if I do, and blunders can’t be undone. But how much easier would it be to erase those things from my mind, even if for a day or two, if I could escape to The Blogging Retreat?
Auntie B's Wax 