I recently purchased a couple of new accent chairs. I expected delivery early this morning, so late yesterday evening I started moving furniture around. And around. I finally got satisfied with the arrangement and went to bed.
Upon rising, I walked into the living room and was instantly disoriented. The rearrangement of furniture I’d been living with for years made the room feel strangely unknown. Such is the force of habit and expectation.
The chairs arrived as expected. I had them placed as decided and the movers left. After looking at everything for a while, I started moving furniture again. And again.
I’ve paused in the madness, but it’s not yet complete. I am approaching balance, though. I can feel the harmony rising.
I’m not sure how it will all look when I go to bed tonight. But I’m pretty sure it will catch me by surprise in the morning.