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.

For my U.S. friends, Happy Independence Day! Growing-up with a British mum, the 4th of July was always a funny holiday in our home. Those memories always makes me smile. They were quite shifting.

A shift I made this week involved my potted hydrangeas. For years, my hydrangeas have thrived near the front door of my home. This year though, they were getting fried by full afternoon sun. And summer has only officially begun.

So, I shifted them to my butterfly garden, where they now get the more gentle morning sun. Hydrangeas are my favorite flowers. So these plants are dear to me. I hope they’re happy in their new home. Any and all tips are appreciated.

What kind of shifts have you made or witnessed lately?