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Step 4: Rebuild For many, the most unsettling aspect of change comes from realizing the faint grasp of control we really have. We may be the master of our own fates, or whatever that poem says, but the fact is, sometimes stuff happens. People deal in different ways — some not entirely healthy. But for me, rearranging my room is the right remedy. I moved my posters because I knew they’d look better on the other side of the room. I nailed milk crates to the wall to make shelves and save precious floor space. My favorite spring dresses became wall hangings to brighten things up and to hide some of the wood paneling. I took my guitar out of its case and
set it out for display. I found that an old screen makes an interesting earring rack, and I made a patchwork wall mosaic from patterned flyer paper left over from my RA job. When I was going through my stuff, I found pictures I had taken in a darkroom photography class in high school and put those on my wall too. I even found my fourth-grade nameplate (with my first name, “Meredith”) and slapped that on the wall. Almost instantly, the cold, wood-paneled bedroom started to look … comforting. For a final touch, I put some flowers in a glass mug and suddenly, spring, in every manifest of the word, was in me.
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