My word for 2021 is shift. Like everyone I know, I’ve learned a lot, since this time last year. One of the biggest things I’ve learned is that change and uncertainty just are. Since I’m not in control of much more than which yoga pants, Zoom-appropriate top, and slippers I’ll wear each day, I needed to figure out how I could deal with all the change and uncertainty. That’s where shifting comes in.
For me, shifts involve acceptance and adjustment. I know I don’t have much control, but I have unlimited choices. I can shift.
Some of my recent shifts have been pretty significant. Some have been tiny. Some haven’t happened, yet. And I’m sure I’ll make a lot of shifts I can’t even imagine.
I began a shift this week that I expect will prompt many more shifts in my heart and life.
Since moving back into my post-Florence home, I’ve shifted by cleaning a different room/part of my home each day of the week. I wasn’t a complete slob before the hurricane, but I sure didn’t have a system to keep things clean and happy.
Fridays are when I deep clean my kitchen countertops, floors, appliances and cabinet doors. One of the kitchen parts I’ve sadly neglected (or effectively avoided, depending on your point of view😜) is the inside glass door of my much-used oven.
Saturday morning I cleaned that grimy oven door. Here’s how I made that shift.
Who knew? Well, probably most of you, but I didn’t. And now that I do, it’ll be easier next time. That’s how shifts often work for me.
What kind of shifts have you made or witnessed lately?