Shift Your Status Quo

From a former project:

The house sat. Waiting. Wondering.

All of the heartbeats – humans, companion animals – were silent. The order and chaos of daily life was gone: alarms, meals, rushing, leaving, returning, walking, napping, playing, barking, voices, meows, sitting, sleeping.

Objects abandoned in mid-actions were scattered in unfamiliar locations.  Some were overturned and communicated change.

The house sat. Waiting.

From a former project:

The crumpled paper bag on the desk pulled at her.

The woman looked at the bag and took a deep breath. She was determined that her home, in six months, would be spacious, calm and inviting. She would invite friends for dinner. She would host her book group here.

She wanted to sit in her favorite chair, put her feet up and enjoy her home. No more anxiety. No more shame. And enough with the hyperventilating. She was sick of it. “I can do this. My stuff does not rule my life. I will clear this clutter without all the internal commentary.”

A story shared with me:

She sat on the steps to the house and looked at the street. It looked the same as many years ago. She saw herself all those years ago riding her bike.

She couldn’t look at the house, let alone go inside.

But she had to.

She couldn’t.

So she sat. And felt like a complete failure.

She answered her phone when the ringtone shook her out of her fog. Her staff needed some direction with arrangements for a presentation she was giving to the directors tomorrow.