The usage of our bistro table in our backyard has evolved. In the spring we drank coffee and ate scones in the morning. During the summer, we sipped cocktails in the afternoons. Then, it got cold and the table and chairs stayed outside weathering the cold months without us. One day a question seemed to scream out at me:
“Whose rules am I following?”
I wanted to bring the outside table, inside. Although I knew it was not what my straight-laced, minimalist hubby would want — I cleaned off the bistro set, brought it into our bedroom, and placed it by our window so that our dates could continue throughout the winter months. One day this week, when the sun was shining, but there was still a snap of cold air, we moved the small table and chairs back outside. We ate grapes, dates, and caramel delights cookies and sipped ginger-spiced whiskey.
At some point we all get stuck. We stay in stagnant relationships that abuse instead of nurture us. We keep everything the same. We keep the couch in the same place, and never change around the photos on our walls. We get stuck in our cultural norms, ideas passed onto us by others, and expectations that stifle us.
I believe it is natural for us to feel alone, afraid in our isolation and unmoving. But I also know that if we are still breathing, we have to keep moving.
In moving my bistro set, I not only moved my body, I moved my state of being.
Move!
Kadine Christie
