During a Pandemic, Don’t Rearrange the Furniture While Your Husband is at Work

We all handle stress differently; what works for you may trigger someone else

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I love to rearrange furniture. Whenever I get into a funk or feel stuck, I find that moving things around gives me a fresh perspective and a new outlook. I feel new energy flowing into the space and I am ready to move ahead with life. When my home is refreshed, I feel refreshed too.

My husband has mostly tolerated this tendency with good humor. He prefers things to stay the same. Nothing would ever move out of its place once it landed there if it were up to him. But he loves me, and wants me to be happy. He may roll his eyes when I get the look in my eye that says “It’s time” but he has learned to just stay out of my way and let me have my head.

When my husband left for work earlier this week, I was in one of those moods. Like everyone else, I am dealing with the social isolation and the grim news the best I can, but sometimes that means sitting paralyzed in my chair without moving for hours. I decided that it was time for a change.

I got busy moving everything around in the living room so that my chair would face the window. I wanted to see the trees, and the sky, and the sunshine from my place of refuge —…