With Labor Day around the corner, I can feel that I will have 3 days instead of 2, this weekend. I used to love the national holidays when they fell on a Monday or Friday. I’d pack up the car, get myself to a campground or beach and lay like broccoli and veg. Right now, not so much.
RV’s have become so inclusive of home amenities that sure enough, I land in the lap of campers with TV’s, radios, and microwaves. There goes the peace and quiet. AND getting there. Ugh. The traffic on the freeway or the congestion of airports does nothing to calm the soul.
So, I stay home and rearrange the DNA of my space. Yes, I believe that our spaces have a DNA that we give them when we birth ourselves into them. Our homes take on hereditary behaviors. Clutter breeds in the night. That molecular model remains until we change it.
Deciding to mix it up by creating an office in the guest room, getting rid of the treadmill, bringing in the free weights (requires less space and gives more room to stretch), letting go of the well loved couch and buying new dishes (chipped ones tell you that parts of you have broken off and you cannot endure), all of that brings forward trust. You know who you are today and rearranging the space to hold your present self creates an authentic imprint.
Plus, you won’t be sipping your coffee and looking at neglected piles of your creativity past. Creativity new. That’s what breathes new life into a space. And, in turn, your psyche.
So, rock it! Turn on the tunes, dance your way through it. Dig out the Jimi Hendrix and rise anew. And never look back.
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Ellen – perfect for us as we settle into our ‘new digs’. Thanks as always for your wise words. In the dance of life, Linda