Over the last few weeks as I prepare to come back to teaching yoga in a different way, I am also cleaning house… Literally. My husband surprised me by painting our kitchen cabinets. And I am now trying to de-clutter and purge 7 years of stuff that has accumulated when I wasn’t looking….
In the process, I have done one of the hardest things I think I have ever done as an adult. I moved the shelves in the kitchen to accomodate the things I have. It sounds so simple!
But really, I don’t remember ever adjusting the shelves. Don’t get me wrong — I knew they adjusted and I knew how to do it, more or less. There was something in my head that said I didn’t know how to use those shelves someone else had setup. That I wasn’t capable of seeing the organization. Silly, right?
It was. Years. Multiple houses. Multiple kitchens. Never have I ever…. Seems insane. I just couldn’t.
This kitchen, this time – I broke free. Free from the chains of what I should or shouldn’t do. I altered the container. I moved those shelves. And who knows where I go from here?
