I keep seeing more bare rock faces where soil used to be. It feels like the land is thinning out from all the visitors.
It's WILD how something that worked perfectly for thirty years just quit on me, reminding me that NOTHING lasts like it used to.
I was finishing up a house plan late yesterday. My little boy looked at my screen and said the bathroom door would hit the sink. I checked and he was right, I had drawn it wrong. Changing it took just a minute but saved me big trouble. Kids notice things we rush past sometimes.
I keep rearranging the same three items and can't commit to letting anything else go. When did you break through your own paralysis in simplifying a space?
