Yikes! I have to practice what I teach—stuff left around most likely means a deferred decision (not wanting to make a decision 😀).
I have been stumped deciding where my stuff should have it’s home. I would rather be in limbo than decide a place is “good enough.”
You know what that means? I can put off getting to the things that mean more to me. Or I have thought they mean more to me. Or do they?
If I was willing to be honest with myself, I would admit I am not treating them as a priority = how important are they?
Interesting . . . the resistance, the saboteur, whatever name works for you, is strong. Busted!
Seeing these vessels’ shapes spark joy.