Creating space for the new
When I think back to my parents, most of what I feel is warmth, tenderness, and gratitude. I’m grateful they were there, that they tried - even if, like everyone else, they weren’t perfect. But I also think about their home, the place I came from, and just how much it shaped me and what it’s come to mean over the years. One thing is clear: it stayed the same for many years.
And it makes me wonder are the places we live a little like us? If they never change, staying exactly as they were 10, 20, or 30 years ago, isn’t that, in some way, a reflection of who we are - or maybe who we’re not? In other words, shouldn’t we be changing our spaces, our homes, more often, to rebuild parts of ourselves along the way?
If we’re shaped by the context we live in, then doesn’t it make sense to change that context now and then? To open ourselves up to new experiences, to ask fresh questions - even the uncomfortable ones? Shifting our surroundings can be awkward and unsettling, but it's often the nudge we need to keep a sense of openness to what the world brings. It’s a way to take control of change, rather than being changed by outside forces.
I wonder if, at the very least, we should rearrange, refresh, or make small adjustments to our spaces - to create a bit of room for what’s new, for what’s to come. It’s in this act of opening up that we invite change in, staying curious and awake to the world around us.