It doesn’t matter how many times I move, there is always this point in time when I am surrounded by boxes and ready to scream because there is no end in sight. There are things that no longer serve me that I throw out. I think of the Marie Kondo sort process, does an item spark joy? You want to know what does not spark joy? A pile of stuff best described as collectively exhaustive. <insert scream.>
A workshop last week reminded me of the destructive/creative cycle. It’s kind of like the old adage, you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette. You have to til the soil to start a new garden before planting new seeds; you literally have to break up the soil. I’m in the break phase and it is a kind of uncertain anxiety that precedes the new. In this moment, what would you like to do that you haven’t done? This week, consider the last time you pioneered something new. What triggered the event? What kept you going? Can you use this past experience to do something new? May the mess be with you.
Balancing on Unstable Surfaces 