just so

I spent some time today unpacking and sorting another few boxes and bags of things from my recent move. I've been judging myself for not being diligent about this and only today turned that around.

I think I've been measuring my progress against those who bear down, take no prisoners, and don't let up until they have every picture in place, each drawer lined and organized, and their new home looking as though they've lived there for years. Perhaps they have a mental template for the placement of each item, maybe even replicating their former home. That sort of organization is enviable, but not my style.

I'm surrounded by many of the things I've had and loved for years, but this is a new space with a different layout, new views, and a completely original feel. All to say that nothing has to go in the same place or the same way as before -- or that they could. So I'm taking my time.

Today I moved a friend's painting. I'd hung it over a desk in a spot that was just the right size -- seemingly made for it. However, after living with it for a few weeks, I realized that it was only noticeable if I stood directly in front of or sat at the desk, otherwise I'd simply pass by on my way to another point in the room, barely registering the painting's depth and beauty. A classic case of being efficient (Painting hung. Check.) and completely unaware. So this afternoon I chose another spot beside a window that I've been studying for days. Patty's artwork (Moonlit) immediately lit up that corner, inviting my eye and mind to come closer, take it in, and explore. (More about Moonlit another time.)

Of everything I accomplished today that was the most satisfying. Perhaps there was some unconscious feng shui at work, because that simple act gave me pleasure and finally felt just right. I suppose that if I can maintain that attention to what feels right, it won't matter how long it takes. Like other creative acts, it might take a few tries to find what fits. After all, it's about settling in not settling for.