So at the house, the sewer was backing up into the laundry room. The furnace at the office was not working – and is still not perfect. And I managed to bang the door of the car on a large pillar at the Federal Reserve.
Home (and right-brained office), office (pretty much left-brained) and car (it’s just me) all not in peak shape.
The car is the persona in Jungian psychology, in a sense what we present to the world as our selves. It’s got a fair number of bangs already, and now here’s another one. Brian managed to make the door open-able, and it doesn’t look as bad as it is. Is that how I’m feeling about myself? Is that what I think I look like?
No heat at the place where I do my left-brained work? Not enough energy to keep things warm? And how about the house, with smelly stuff intruding into my personal space. Plus not being able to take a shower and wash the outside world off, because that would make the problem worse.
These all, to me, at the very least indicate the need for change, messages I’m sending myself about letting go, about being ready for the next steps. And most likely about the importance of not holding on tight, being flexible and allowing movement.
Aaaahhhh. Life is change, change is good, all is well.