The last time I was visiting my family in Cleveland, my father reminded me of how I, as young girl, frequently rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. My mother regularly put up with the sounds of my bed frame scooting across the floor and the heavy drag of my dresser as it pulled at the green carpet in my bedroom. (Remember that carpet, Ma?) My college roommates lived with new floor plans all the time. (Remember the creative sofa-on-a-diagonal layout, Meg and Holly? And how about rehanging that tapestry a million times, Julie?) To this day, I am constantly rearranging things in the spaces I occupy. But now I recognize a pattern in my urges to shuffle. Like many of you, I'm sure, I tend to move things around in my physical space when it's things in my head that really need the shuffling. I've been meaning for a while to get some things straightened out up there, but have been putting it off while I've focused on "to-do" lists and other time-filling non-sense. I need to do some thinking about time management. And about priorities. And a bit about my self-image, too.
I am lucky to have a boss who is unbelieveable in her understanding and appreciation. Without my asking, she called last night and told me to take the day off today. She could tell I needed it. So now that I've shuffled things around in our kitchen cupboards and moved a few chairs to different spots in the apartment, I'm going to spend some time clearing things out in my head, too. And lucky me, I get to do it while basking in rays of the beautiful sunlight that has fallen upon Portland these past several days. I'll be back here soon, hopefully with a new floor plan in place.