Shape your space, shape yourself
I found that when I shape my space, my space shapes me.
It get’s me out of my head and into my body. Moving meditation.
Big to small. Rooms, beds, tables, chairs, shelves, bags and everything that goes in them: books, gear, tech, cups (I love cups, you should see my cups), good food, good people.
I ruthlessly audit my space.
If it doesn’t serve, it doesn’t survive.
If I find something isn’t serving I let it go, or I let it deteriorate to the point that I can let it go, or reincorporate it.
I’m especially satisfied when I find new use for an old thing.
It took a long time to figure out what works and what doesn’t. I’m still learning. I see it as a conversation.
The same principles with apply to my relationships.
For example: I used to get frustrated when my two sons would break things.
More recent, I’ve noticed they’re a fantastic inoculation against bullshit. If it doesn’t survive them, and I’m not willing to teach them, then it isn’t worth preserving.
Every thing bent and broken is a lesson.
(I still get frustrated.)