If you’ve been you’ve been reading this site for a while, you might remember my post in February about spilling red wine on my carpet. Well, this is the week that the hardwood floors borne from that incident (and my previous intention) are making their way into my house.

Things were in a state of disarray this morning. I did the only logiclal thing I could think of: I headed to the diner for a nice country breakfast (though the headlines told a solemn story).

Over a cup of coffee, I started thinking of all the other improvements I wanted to make to the most important environment in my life.

A new deck. A new insert for the fireplace. New colors on the walls. And on and on. If you own a home, you know what I mean.

There’s a reason for the wild popularity of those big box home improvement stores. Because home improvement never ends.

Humans like to make things better. Our homes. Our lives.

That said, in the grind of doing the work required for a more conscious life, it’s commonplace for me to hear a client on the other end of the phone who wants nothing more that to be "done."

I remind them that they will never be done. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next year. Not until they are dead. That’s the fun of life (though we forget that rather easily). I’m sure the new floors will be beautiful and completely change the energy of the entire house. Can’t wait!

And then it’s on to the next thing.