I have a lot of things on my walls. Sometimes I have something new to add, and the perfect place for it is already taken.
That means rearranging. Creative rearranging. I do not want to put more nail holes, more hangers in or on my walls.
Yesterday, I moved seven items to accommodate one new one….trying out various locations, rearranging and moving, until it was just right…with nothing left over. It sounds obsessive, and excessive, I know.
I woke up this morning, looked at my rearrangement, and felt very satisfied.
Now, if I could just get that old Fixx song out of my head – “One thing leads to another…”