I realized just how good it felt to sit in my kitchen. I closed my eyes and focused on what the energy felt like. I felt a sense of peace and felt well supported in that space. I also felt the ability to grow and change. I opened my eyes again and looked around. I looked up and focused on the ceiling.

There is an open ceiling in my kitchen that opens to the second floor. There are windows with light that shine in, causing a sense of warmth on both levels of the home. There are odd angles with lots of corners and sides. I used to feel uncomfortable with the odd shapes and corners. Now, I embrace them and love them. I have other rooms with flat ceilings and no odd angles or corners. Those rooms feel consistent yet moderately boring to me. They don’t feel like spaces that I can explore and grow in. They don’t feel like spaces where I can expand and shift. They don’t feel like places where I can find a mirror to see myself more clearly.

The longer I sat in the kitchen the more I reflected on the fact that I was drawn to the kitchen because the space held a level of dynamic growth opportunity that the other rooms couldn’t offer me. I am not challenged by a flat ceiling making it hard to grow in.

I continued looking at my ceiling and realized that it was a metaphor for so much more about life.