Paradigm shift

Libby made it upstairs today. Let me back up and explain why this is significant. Our dogs have only every lived in single story homes. Now they live in a home with three stories and they are terrified, especially when a roommate comes down or up from one of the stairways, or to the dogs, black holes.

Libby figured in out first, obviously. Sully is still working on it.

But their progress in this major paradigm shift gives me hope. It makes me think that maybe, just maybe my own steps toward a major paradigm shift will happen.

Let’s give everyone some credit here. It’s been what, three, four days?

The paradigm shift. Yesterday and the day before, I went through so many boxes and set so much of our things, or unnecessary material goods, some close to my heart, out in the “Free” pile. They were gone just like that (imagine me snapping my fingers). I set out whole boxes.

The paradigm shift is moving from the attitude of trying to shoe horn an entire house into a house already occupied by four people, to one of melding, blending, and sharing. Not an easy one for me.

But once more, I will take a lesson from Libby. And I will make it to the top of the stairs.