Queen of the King Size Bed

When I first moved out of my ex’s house and into an apartment I bought myself a king-sized memory foam mattress and frame. I’d never owned a bed that big so it was a treat for me; a little splurge to symbolize my new sense of power and strength. I initially believed that I’d someday have a man to share that bed with me so I slept on one side. Within a few months I was sleeping in the middle and loving every minute of it. Moving it into my house that summer was quite a wrestling match but I managed and it happily takes up most of my bedroom.

It bothers me that my mattress is called “king size” when I am the ruler of my space and it has become my Queendom. I suppose I could say I’m a female king but no, I am a Queen. I am a Queen of my own destiny, my own choices, my own happiness. I don’t require a man to help me rule over my realm and while not all women believe it, it’s possible to breathe and live without a man around 24/7. Am I a cold, unfeeling Queen who has given up on love? An Ice Queen? Far from it! I am a Fire Queen who believes strongly in the passion and power of love. I love fierce, deep, hot and with tenacity.

I do share my bed quite often…with my daughters. They love to play on my bed and we watch TV in my room together. My girls play games involving falling down (very safely) in dramatic poses and tickle each other and cause a ruckus. During such times I usually lay or sit on the edge of the bed, safe from sharp knees and elbows. Those moments are when I realize why I truly bought such a big bed. To share it with the ones I love.

Last night a rather large swath of thunderstorms crossed through the state. My oldest had fallen asleep an hour previous but my youngest was still awake because she’d needed a snack and is something of a night owl. When the lightning started flashing and the thunder rumbled I could see she was scared so I asked her if she wanted to sleep in my bed. Of course she did! In my bed she climbed and we snuggled together while she watched me play a few games on my Android phone. She kept asking me to check the radar map on my weather app so we’d pull up the image and see the big splotch of red and orange slowly moving eastward. Some of the rumbles were so strong they shook things hanging on my walls but I assured my daughter that we were safe and eventually she was sound asleep next to me. My sleep was very content last night.

That bed is my sanctuary, it’s where I go at the end of the day to relax and escape into dreams. Could I get by with a smaller bed? Sure and then I’d probably be able to walk around it on all sides. But a smaller bed isn’t me because a smaller life isn’t me. I live big and I love with all my heart. There is no other way to be for me.


Not profound

I wanted my first blog entry in the WordPress format to be profound, insightful, deep and meaningful. I don’t know that this will be. All that matters is that I’m writing and taking credit for my own words.My favorite ghostwriting topics are landscaping, interior design and parenting, not necessarily in that order. Here’s what I know about those subjects.

Landscaping is a dirty job and hard work. It takes serious physical energy and effort to maintain my property and every single tree I have is messy in one way or another. I spent my weekend picking up branches and raking leaf sticks, pine cones and branches. That only took care of three trees on a property with over 20. I’m tired and sore and I have a long way to go. If I had the money would I pay someone to do it all for me? No. As exhausting as it can be, I have a great feeling of accomplishment at the end of the day. I look out over the areas I’ve cleaned up and I’m proud of myself. I would get no such satisfaction watching someone else do the work for me.

Interior Design
Interior design is something I wish my 18 year old self had been smart enough to go to school to study. But I wasn’t that smart then and so I’m catching up now. As far as my interior design experience goes, everything in my house is there because I like it. I choose furnishings that are affordable, attractive and functional. Almost everything hanging on the walls are paintings by me. I choose furniture in colors I love so there’s a lot of blue in my home. My style isn’t shabby chic, rustic, contemporary, modern, etc. My style is Julie.

My 18 year old self didn’t go to school to study interior design because I didn’t know then what I wanted to be aside from a wife and mother. I was a wife for 4 years before I became a mother. I was then a mother for 9 years before I stopped being a wife. I will always be a mother, it’s my favorite job in the whole world and I’m good at it, just like my 18 year old self knew I would be. I was a good wife too but I married too young before I knew who I truly was. Now that I know who I am, it’s unlikely I will ever be a wife again. That truth doesn’t make me uncomfortable or sad; it’s an acceptance of who I am.

Speaking of being a mother, it’s time to wake my darling daughters and bring this post to a close. Was this profound? I don’t know. I do know that it was me speaking my mind and being the rambling Julie that quite a few know and love.