In these days of dangling and unknowns, a person can go along with it for just so long before you reach a point where you have to do something. I often ask myself what I can do to feel different? What gives me joy? What do I love? Lately, I've already gone through the answers and done them all so I am now at my activity of last resort...moving furniture.
Back in my crazy working 60 hours a week days, I often rearranged my house to feel better when I couldn't rearrange my life.
I have my list. I'd begun in the kitchen, but I spend most of my time here at the table or over on the sofa near the fireplace poele. I'd moved my round wooden table at Christmas to soak up the lights I'd hung and to put the Christmas Tree in its place. This year, the tree has its permanent place and I've left the lights up all year for when I needed a special jolt of happy. We are ready.
I often find myself missing some of the feelings of the early days of here. That was it! I would move the table back to where it has rested since I bought the Chatette back in 2002.
The table is back where it belongs. I am plugging back in to feelings that carry, focus, and nurture me. I am moving forward!
Happy Monday!
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