Fall Back Tonight: 11 Ways to Make Your Extra Hour Count

Tonight, most of us across North America will fall back, turning our clocks back an hour as daylight saving time comes to an end. By Sunday morning, we'll have an extra 60 minutes on our hands.

Of course, our phones and other electronics make the change automatically, so we barely notice it happened. That's why I love having one old-fashioned clock in my house. I have to open the back panel and manually move the big hand back an hour. It's my little ritual for fully embracing those extra 60 minutes in real time!

Do I always use that hour wisely? Not really.

But this year, why not join me in trying something different?

As I explored in my earlier blog about falling back, turning back the clock can represent more than a change in time. It can be an invitation to shift our mindset, slow down, reflect, and reset our internal rhythms.

And perhaps that extra hour could become the beginning of something more lasting.

I found some wonderful suggestions from Sleep.com for making the most of our bonus hour. Think of them as opportunities to experiment with a new habit — one devoted to taking care of ourselves in a thoughtful, intentional way.

Maybe we start with just one hour this weekend. But if it feels good, why not make it a weekly or monthly ritual?

Here are 11 ways to turn that extra hour into something meaningful:

🟢 Read a chapter of a book. Instead of doomscrolling our bonus hour away, settle in with a good book. A little uninterrupted reading might be just what we need to create a calmer headspace for the week ahead.

🟢 Listen to music. Music can help us relax, relieve stress, and lift our mood. Explore these seven songs for better sleep, or simply put on something that makes you feel good.

🟢 Go for a walk outdoors. Autumn is a wonderful time to reconnect with nature. We don't need mountains or hiking trails to enjoy the benefits. A neighborhood stroll or a little forest bathing can help us feel grounded. Try these walking meditation tips.

🟢 Move your body. Exercise benefits our hearts, moods, and sleep. Whether it's stretching, yoga, or gentle movement, find something that feels good. Here are seven exercises that may improve sleep.

🟢 Try a new recipe. Rather than engage in our usual midweek fridge foraging, spend that bonus hour experimenting with a recipe or planning something special for the upcoming holidays.

🟢 Get crafty. Working with our hands can give our minds a welcome break. And there's research to suggest that creative activities are associated with greater happiness and life satisfaction. A 2024 study in Frontiers in Public Health explored this connection.

🟢 Cuddle up! Stay in bed a little longer and enjoy some closeness with a loved one, whether that's a human partner or a beloved pet. Affection and connection can be wonderfully restorative.

🟢 Meditate. Even a few minutes of mindfulness can help us settle our thoughts and ease stress. No elaborate routine required! If you're curious about getting started, explore these meditation apps.

🟢 Create a sleep sanctuary. Why wait for spring cleaning? Declutter your bedroom, introduce some calming colors, or add a few cozy autumn touches. A cool, dark, quiet environment can help promote more restful sleep.

🟢 Get ready for Election Day. With November 3 just around the corner, use that extra hour to research candidates and issues that matter to you. Being informed and prepared is another way to feel more intentional about how we spend our time.

🟢 Take a nap! Finally, an oldie but a goodie. Sometimes the most productive thing we can do is absolutely nothing. A short, restorative nap might be exactly what we need. Here are some tips for napping well.

One extra hour. One intentional choice.

We can't always control the demands on our time. But we can become more intentional about how we use the moments that are truly ours.

So, this weekend, instead of simply gaining an hour on the clock, why not give ourselves an hour of something we really need — and want — to do.

Rest. Reflect. Connect. Create. Renew.

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Fall Back, Move Forward: The Power of Intentional Living

Twice a year, most of us living in North America engage in a peculiar ritual. We adjust our clocks, collectively agreeing to either surrender an hour of sleep or reclaim one. In the early hours of November 1, we'll "turn back time" and congratulate ourselves for stealing an extra hour of rest.

At least, that's the plan.

When I lived in Arizona, adding another hour of evening daylight during the extreme summer heat made little sense. So, we Arizonians joined Hawaii in largely ignoring the nation's twice-yearly clock-changing ritual.

Such "rogue" behavior meant continually explaining to friends and family back East that we were three hours behind them from early spring through late fall, then just two hours the rest of the year. It never got any less confusing for my mother.

Now that I'm back in Michigan, I'll once again participate in the ritual, complete with its inevitable catch: darkness arriving an hour earlier, virtually overnight. As if October's diminishing daylight weren't enough, suddenly a 6:30 p.m. sunset becomes a 5:30 p.m. one.

And that celebrated surplus hour? It disappears into the same mysterious void where all our other spare time vanishes.

But I've been thinking about that phrase, "fall back." Perhaps it could mean something more than a seasonal clock manipulation. What if we took it as an invitation to back off the frenzied pace we've been maintaining? To take our foot off the gas long enough to consider where we're going — and why.

When motion masquerades as momentum

Somewhere along the way, we've confused being busy with making progress.

We fill our calendars, create endless to-do lists, and juggle commitments to convince ourselves we've had a productive day. Yet, how often do we reach day's end exhausted, without feeling we've moved any closer to the goals or aspirations we once imagined for ourselves?

In a past blog, I revealed my own pack-it-all-in, color-coded calendar, which I considered evidence of a highly efficient and organized life.

At least it looked that way on paper.

Mondrian's Composition (1921)

My color blocks — boxed in by thick, black grid lines — detailed doctor appointments, project deadlines, birthdays, concerts, and assorted obligations. It resembled a Piet Mondrian painting, with everything neatly contained in its assigned space.

But after a brush or two with burnout this past year, along with some lingering health issues, I began seeing my online calendar less like a Mondrian and more like a Jackson Pollock.

Like Pollock's Convergence (1952), I felt like a lot of confused energy scattered about, with little white space or room to breathe left over.

Not only had my calendar failed to deliver the orderly life it promised, it had managed to suffocate nearly every opportunity for spontaneity.

And too many of those calendar blocks carried veiled threats: don't forget to do, pay for, pick up, or schedule.

Even the occasional balloon sticker marking a birthday looked forced, particularly when bumping up against a flu shot scheduled for the following day — and in bold, stress-inducing red.

My first solution? Schedule leisure time, of course. Using my favorite Google Calendar color — tangerine — I added blocks proclaiming FREE TIME. In all caps, naturally, to make sure they captured my attention.

However, without addressing the unrealistic schedule I'd already created for myself, that time disappeared into the same ether as the annual "fall back" hour. I was scheduling relaxation instead of making it a real priority.

And there's a difference.

When productivity comes at a price

I'm a product of my own overachieving tendencies, certainly. But I also live in a society that rewards productivity and ceaseless activity.

We're encouraged to keep moving, keep striving, keep improving.

Even leisure becomes another obligation. We schedule walks, gym visits, and opportunities to relax as though they're additional assignments to complete. I catch myself checking my wrist to see how many steps I've logged, or feeling guilty about the half-read books stacked beside my bed.

Somehow, even the things we enjoy become things we should be doing.

It's a constant pressure to produce results, to make every hour work overtime — even those illusory ones we think we've earned each autumn.

That's a long way from living intentionally, which is a phrase that's certainly entered our lexicon. But what does it actually mean?

To me, it means understanding what matters most, making our choices align with our values, and recognizing the limits of our resources — time, money, physical energy, and emotional reserves.

Money often imposes a hard boundary on what's possible. But we tend to treat time and other resources as easier to manipulate.

Work more, sleep less. Push beyond our physical limitations and hope our health doesn't eventually present the bill.

Our values and sense of purpose are what comprise our personal North Star — that guiding light that helps illuminate our way forward — and to pursue what we hold most dear. To be our best selves and live our best lives.

And this brings me to an important distinction between motion and momentum.

Motion is movement, but not necessarily in a direction we want to go. Momentum — at least how I've come to understand it as a coach, and why I named my company accordingly — is movement with purpose.

We can expend extraordinary energy going nowhere fast, like a hamster dutifully running its wheel with no destination in sight.

Sometimes the most productive thing we can do is stop long enough to recognize that we're on that wheel in the first place.

Autumn has its own wisdom

Last year, I wrote about the autumn equinox and the season's invitation to pause and reflect. I was struck then, as I am now, by the quiet wisdom of nature.

Trees don't resist the changing season. They don't cling desperately to their leaves, worrying that letting go might somehow diminish their worth. Nor do they apologize for their apparent inactivity during winter.

They simply adjust.

What appears to be a period of decline is actually a remarkable process of preparation. As daylight diminishes and temperatures fall, trees conserve resources, protect what matters, and prepare for the growth that will eventually follow.

There's something reassuring about that. Nature doesn't expect perpetual summer. Why do we expect perpetual productivity from ourselves?

Of course, we can't retreat into dormancy until spring. Families, jobs, and responsibilities don't conveniently disappear with the falling leaves. But perhaps we can borrow a little of nature's wisdom and reconsider how we distribute our limited resources.

What most deserves our attention? What in our daily routines has outlived its usefulness? And what might we finally be ready to release?

Perhaps autumn's changing landscape can inspire us to reset our internal rhythms as well — to question our blind faith in productivity as evidence of progress.

Like the trees outside our windows, we might shed a few of our old leaves, making room for whatever comes next.

Giving ourselves permission to slow down

For many of us, slowing down is surprisingly difficult.

We've become so accustomed to responding, reacting, solving, and accomplishing. Unstructured time can feel quite unsettling. We learn to equate busyness with usefulness, achievement with self-worth, and rest with something we must first earn.

Remember those tangerine FREE TIME blocks on my calendar? Because I hadn't really given myself permission to protect that time, it was the first thing I surrendered when another commitment demanded my attention.

Yet, rest and restoration are as important to my long-term well-being as the annual physical I wouldn't dream of skipping.

When we're stressed or overwhelmed, it's especially easy to revert to familiar habits, even those that leave us depleted. We fall back into patterns that keep us busy — but also stuck.

So perhaps the arrival of shorter days offers an opportunity to experiment with something different. Not another ambitious wellness regimen or an elaborate list of self-improvement assignments. but more room to just breathe.

Or to take a walk without counting steps. Read a book without worrying how many chapters remain. Listen to music, spend time with someone we love, or simply enjoy an hour without an agenda.

And if that extra hour on November 1 becomes an opportunity to catch up on sleep, so much the better.

The point isn't how we spend every minute. It's recognizing that we have some say in how we spend our lives.

Fall back to move forward

For the clients I work with who are navigating burnout, major life transitions, or that nagging sense that something needs to change, the seasons may seem irrelevant to their immediate concerns.

But autumn offers a timely reminder that progress doesn't always require acceleration. Sometimes it begins with taking time for reflection.

As the year winds down, we're inclined to focus on what remains undone: the unfinished projects, abandoned resolutions, and goals we haven't yet reached.

We've been living in our new place since April and the upstairs hall is still partially painted. It looks especially stark since we're going from charcoal gray to white. Instead of tensing up each time I see it — like the old me would have — I'm trying something new: I wave hello and promise to get to it someday. Just not today.

What if we considered what we've learned so far this year? What has energized us versus what has depleted us? Which commitments still reflect our priorities, and which have become obligations we maintain out of habit or guilt?

Perhaps, most importantly, what if we if we aim to move toward something meaningful rather than simply keep ourselves in motion?

And we don't need to answer these questions all at once. Nor should reflection become another item on our already overcrowded to-do lists.

Sometimes clarity emerges only when we stop demanding immediate answers. When we slow down and sit in stillness, even if only for a sparse 60 minutes this November 1.

Consider this year's clock shenanigans something far more valuable than just a surplus hour.

Let's embrace it as a time to think. To give ourselves permission to slow down — at least long enough to reconsider where we're headed. Moving forward isn't about picking up the pace. It's about making sure we're navigating toward an intentional destination — one with purpose and momentum.

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Settling Into a New Home: Embracing the Unfinished

The perfect storm. That's how I described the status of my spring projects: relocate to Michigan, move my mother into assisted living, and get myself back on track — personally and professionally.

My last update catalogued what happened when I stopped practicing what I preach. As a life coach, I figured I was better than most at keeping tabs on my mental health. Yet, I'd tuned out the warning signals coming from within. It took a meltdown in a hospital chapel to wake me up.

Once we moved, we were armed with a game plan, realistic goals, and an understanding that everything wouldn't go as planned.

It's the start of summer. Let's see how it's going.

The myth of the finished move

Like many people, I had assumed moving was an event with a beginning, middle, and end: packing, getting from the old place to the new one, unpacking. Voila!

I was reminded this spring that packing isn't a straightforward exercise. I was fully prepared that unpacking wouldn't be either. Or that it would pay attention to my calendar.

I'm no longer looking for that "Elvis has left the building" moment to signal the event is over. We've organized ourselves enough to resume most day-to-day routines, but plenty of projects remain unfinished. I've made peace with their limbo status.

That alone feels like progress when navigating a major life transition. I've come to see that achievement isn't about attaining perfect order. It's accepting that life unfolds in messy layers — flux is part of the process. We're moving forward even though so much remains unfinished.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson put it: it's not the destination, it's the journey. My recent journey in moving has taught me plenty. For one thing: make to-do lists in pencil — with suggested rather than hard deadlines.

For another, grasp that the messiness of moving, as that what's most illuminating, especially for what it reveals about who we are or aspire to be. Determined? Flexible? Resilient?

Are we capable of adjusting on the fly, embracing imprecision, and appreciating what remains unplanned? Can we find delight in surprises that serendipity makes possible?.

This embrace of chaos, of what goes unfinished, represents a seismic shift in my thinking. It means I've subdued the field marshal-cheerleader in me that I wrote about last time. The one who chases perfection, and pushes herself beyond reasonable standards to achieve the unachievable.

That's not to say my new attitude translated into a problem-free move. Or that I took whatever the fates dished out without pushing back. I just picked my battles when it came to unpacking and settling in.

Why unpacking takes longer than we think

Back in mid April, while waiting for a pair of burly movers to unload our rental truck, we sat in folding chairs in the middle of an empty living room, admiring the expanse of uncluttered, wood floors.

Within hours, those floors were covered with a maze of box towers — and makeshift scaffolding built of end tables, mops, lamps, rolled-up rugs, and sofa cushions.

The movers had been mindful of what labels there were, depositing boxes to their intended destinations. That worked for those I'd carefully packed early on in the process.

Those in the kitchen looked neat and stacked in several columns made of cardboard. They were also blocking the cupboards and drawers they were intended to fill.

Despite having sketches of where everything should go, we still faced hours of labor to discover which items fit where — and why.

An occupational hazard of being a former professor and professional writer is owning lots of books. I'm careful to pack them tightly in small, sturdy boxes that stack easily and advertise their weight — usually not exceeding 25 pounds.

The unusable guest bath, at least for the first week.

Since the movers tossed them around like tissue boxes, they weren't the issue. It was the sheer volume of everything coming off the truck. The steady march of containers through the front door that quickly filled up rooms, spilled into hallways, even ending up in bathrooms.

Those boxes I packed in a hurry at the end would prove especially vexing. Their labels gave vague clues as to their contents. That meant cracking them open and traversing the place looking for suitable homes for such a mishmash of stuff.

A few mishaps forced us to put makeshift first-aid kits on both floors. The box cutter got dangerously dull with repeated use. And any one of the four pairs of scissors we had laying around were rarely handy. I should have strapped a pair in a holster on my hip like a gunslinger ready for high noon.

Why moving forces us to rethink what we own

The bigger picture for anyone who's ever moved — whether dealing with a jammed trunk or an overflowing moving van — is to wonder: where did we get all this stuff?!

I even found two boxes I hadn't opened since the last move. They were full of photo albums and old papers I hadn't set eyes on in years.

Most of us can attest to just how daunting it is to sort through all the stuff we've accumulated. And we often adopt an "out of sight, out of mind" approach until moving forces a showdown.

Whether it's a couple of years or many decades, our belongings grew, multiplied, and outsized the space available for them. And who really follows the "one in, one out" rule so many die-hard minimalists advise: bring in something new only if we can let go of something we already have.

My closet looks nothing like this!

Most of us want to take into the future only what suits who we are — or aspire to be. We don't want anything that doesn't serve that vision.

But how to know which items among our belongings qualify? Or how to get rid of what doesn't?

Deciding which stuff to keep can prompt a crisis of identity. Are we who we think we are without our stuff?

Are we the sum total of our memorabilia, trophies, family heirlooms, and concert T-shirts that prove we were "there" then and still here today?

How many photo albums do we need to preserve the memories of people and places we love? We learn that they live on in our hearts and minds.

On closer inspection, these relics from the past can also make clear what we need to leave behind.

Our current storage room. Someday we'll tackle that too.

Too much of anything can begin to feel oppressive. It's hard to pick favorites when they're all locked away in attics and garages.

And do they really mean that much to us if they're stashed somewhere we might only visit someday?

The problem comes to a head when we're trying to make space — literally and figuratively — to accommodate major life changes.

Psychologist Joseph Ferrari, a well-known researcher, argues that clutter isn't measured by how full our homes look — but by whether our possessions begin interfering with the lives we want to live.

Whether in our existing homes or settling into new ones after a move, we eventually have to face the issue of editing what belongs to a past we want to outgrow — or to a present we hope to outpace.

When storage becomes emotional baggage

On a previous move, we put our overflow in a storage unit we rented. After paying a sizable fee for several months, we eventually cleared it out. We gave much of it away. It became apparent that what was being stored hadn't been considered valuable enough to include in our new place, so why were we paying to hang on to it?

There were a lot of hand-me-downs and "just in case" items we thought we might need — but obviously didn't after months had passed.

It was like overpacking for a vacation. Such "maybe" items can weigh down a suitcase and make it harder to navigate planes, trains, and automobiles. Better to buy what we need when necessary and save on baggage fees — and a sore back.

The late, great comedian George Carlin offered a memorable take on the issue of too much stuff.

"That's all our houses are is a pile of stuff with a cover on it," he observed.

He was particularly scornful of storage units. "Imagine that ... a whole industry based on keeping an eye on [our] stuff!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvgN5gCuLac&t=6s

Dana K. White, a well-known guru on decluttering, uses the "container method" to help us wrap our heads around the idea of limited space. It's different than trying to decide what we keep by what's most precious. It's the limitations of space, pure and simple.

As she notes, a shelf, drawer, closet — our entire house — are simply containers of different sizes. When they're full, they're full — even functioning best when there's room to spare. She warns that it should never be the other way around: when we buy more containers to hold more stuff.

The unexpected costs of starting anew

Ready or not, it was time to set priorities for projects that brought us closer to resuming some semblance of daily life. That included setting strict limits on what we should and could reasonably accomplish on any given day.

The first project was to put our bed together so we could stop sleeping on blow-up mattresses. Although we had to wait for the Sleep Number technicians to reattach the wires, we were able to sleep on the mattresses resting on the floor. They felt downright luxurious — not losing air in the middle of the night and getting lumpy.

Second, we set up basic operations in the kitchen to be able to brew fresh coffee and prepare fresh meals. It was another thrill to use real dishes instead of paper plates.

Each room presented its own challenge before they could become fully functional. For some, that meant a fresh coat of paint and new window treatments. Others required more creative solutions — and cash outlay.

The screen on the sliding patio door fell off its track on our first attempt to reach the balcony. We had to pay to get that fixed. We discovered the switch to turn on the gas fireplace didn't work. We opted to postpone that fix until it's cold outside. Other projects also got put on a B-level to-do list. We even created a "someday" list to get around to doing next year and beyond.

Projects like replacing the counter tops in the kitchen. We discovered a two-inch blistering hole in the most visible area possible. It had been covered up during the inspection by placemats no one thought to peek under.

We had more pressing needs, like getting a new washer and dryer. They were advertised as "smart" with intelligence sensing with a corresponding app. We've yet to explore any option other than a basic cycle. That learning curve also added to the "someday" list.

Most of the kitchen appliances are more than 15 years old and will have to do for now. We've come to accept that the stove is fussy, the refrigerator makes weird noises at night, and the dishwasher stopped smelling like rotten eggs once we deep cleaned it.

Our furnace and AC system are well past their sell-by dates. The technician we called in referred to them as "geriatric." We should expect to have to replace them sooner rather than later, he warned.

Adapting to life in a new place

An expense that became obvious soon after arriving in Michigan — but one we hadn't really anticipated financially — was having to get a second car.

While living in the DC metro area for the past two years, we took advantage of the transit system connecting the district to southern Maryland and northern Virginia — better known as the DMV.

Photo courtesy of The Henry Ford — or the Henry Ford Museum of Innovation and Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan. They feature rides in Model Ts, which Ford produced from 1908-1927.

Our Detroit area home makes good on its famous nickname: the "motor city." Cars rule here. There's little mass transit outside a few limited bus lines. An elevated "people mover" system and Q-line streetcars exist, but they're largely confined to the downtown area.

Like other major cities, Detroit lost much of its population to fast-growing suburbs, which now encompass six counties for a combined population of 4.3 million.

Many blame the auto industry for blocking attempts to create a large-scale transit system that didn't need cars. It's left natives and newcomers alike dependent on cars to get around. Us included.

Bringing color into our home and our lives

Painting each room in the house started back in March and remains ongoing. Before we closed on the condo, we made two trips to Michigan — just a 10-hour drive — to paint as many walls as we could while the space was empty.

Remember, only Mike toured the home back in January — with me following along on FaceTime. That day was snowy and the condo's shades were drawn. There was little indoor lighting besides dusty ceiling fans and dim overhead lights. It was difficult to discern what color the walls actually were.

The realtor's photos, which had been posted online with the original listing, weren't of much help either. They used a wide-angle lens and artificial lighting to make everything appear bigger and brighter than they actually are.

As I walked through the door for the first time in person, my heart sank. The walls weren't the light, airy gray I had assumed. They were a muddy, mid-toned gray up against random accent walls in an even darker shade of charcoal. I knew I couldn't live with these walls for too long without feeling claustrophobic, maybe even a bit depressed.

The painting project to cover the muddy gray walls continues. We'll have to hire someone to do the two-story staircase.

We painted most of the walls a warm white — Benjamin Moore's Chantilly Lace, to be specific.

Then we added a few strategic accent walls throughout the house for contrast and interest. Here, we used another Benjamin Moore paint, Franklin Lakes — an homage to the nearby lakes. We used this color on the fireplace wall in the living room, the dining room alcove, the area above the white cabinets in the kitchen, and the headboard wall in the master bedroom.

We bought a new "frame" TV that doubles as art — ever-changing to match our mood.

Architecture classes taught me how to draw floor plans to scale. But nothing beats seeing a room for real and in context with the rest of the house, its outdoor space, and the surrounding neighborhood. As an amateur designer rather than a professional, I found that what worked on paper and in theory didn't always work in practice.

We moved pieces around and experimented with purpose and flow. We swapped out some we brought with us for new ones that worked better in the space.

The objects that tell our story

One purchase that didn't cost a lot but has become a favorite is a vintage Midcentury Modern dinette set. It costs just $115 on Facebook Marketplace, although I'll have to spend time and money to restore its wood finishes and replace its sagging seats.

But its backstory adds enough soul and personality to make it more valuable than most other. pieces in our home — old and new.

On the wall to the right of the dining set is a clock we purchased while living in Arizona and consider a prize possession.

It's by a local artist who used copper and blackened mesquite wood to create something new — while recognizing the tradition of copper mining in the Superstition Mountains we could see from our house.

It seems fitting for this piece of art to join the rest of our family of eclectic belongings — they come together to form a novel pastiche of relics that mark our journey to this point.

An open shelving unit in the living room displays the a similar hodgepodge of possessions that make us feel at home wherever we are.

A replica of a Mayan vase I brought back from Belize, where I lived for months to ghostwrite a client's memoir. It holds twigs from several backyards of places we've lived.

A Moroccan tagine, my grandmother's porcelain planter, a gold-etched martini glass a friend gave me, a lighted Victorian house my uncle kept on his bureau — perched atop some of my favorite coffee table books. A 1917 typewriter that's as sculptural as it is dead heavy, and a pitcher and bowl I carried back in my luggage from Ireland.

None of it probably makes design sense. But it makes our home a reflection of us — then and now.

Designing space for my next chapter

One room in the house that is starkly different is the office. While nearly every other room is in tune with our combined taste — and honors Mike's innate sense of calm. The office captures the bolder, more adventurous side of my nature, at least at this point in my life. The word office is already a creative term for a 10 x 10 "spare" bedroom, which also must serve as a yoga-workout space and guest room, when absolutely necessary.

It was the most challenging space to tackle. First, because it had to accommodate so many functions. Second, because we inherited design features that prevented the room from being a blank slate.

The previous owners had visually cut the room in half by adding a chair rail and wainscoting, further accentuating the effect with paint: the darker charcoal paint on the lower walls and the mid-toned gray on the upper walls.

My design education urged me to remove the chair rail and paint the room a light color to maximize the illusion of spaciousness.

But that would mean spending more time than I had available. I had to get back to work. So, why not lean into the upper-lower situation — but go bold and bright?

Once my desk was placed along the long wall adjacent to the window, I realized I didn't want to stare at a void when looking up from the computer screen.

Why not gaze at an inspiring photo — one I had captured a few years ago in one of my favorite places in the world: Venice. Better yet: transform the photo into a mural that spans the entire upper wall. That's next.

Photography is a passion of mine. Better to get some of my favorites out of those boxes (awaiting attention in our storage room) and up on walls, where they can be fully appreciated!

Building a new life, not just a new home

Since my mother has been an integral part of our relocation — and worries about her health a major source of stress — it's fitting to include an update about her.

My mother made a full recovery after her bout with pneumonia — a remarkable feat for someone nearly 98 years old. And she was able to join us in Michigan just weeks after our arrival.

A view from Lake St. Clair Metropark.

We often include her in explorations of our new area. Leaving the house and the unpacking for a few hours has proven to be as vital to our well being as any project at home.

Lake St. Clair is just down the street, and we visit often to watch the boats sail by. Or — in our version of stopping to smell the roses — catch a whiff of the fish being caught by locals dangling lines off the docks.

After moving so many times, my best advice is to act like a tourist, at least for awhile.

My home isn't finished — neither is my story

As another timeless proverb instructs: the only constant is change.

The key to thriving and not just surviving change is to remain more curious than anxious about it.

Moving presented a valuable moment for self-reflection — and transformation. The lessons I've learned have less to do with the logistics of moving and more about the psychology of reinvention.

It was also an opportunity to collaborate again with my life partner. There were times when we didn't think our marriage would survive another move. But it's actually strengthened our bond and renewed our commitment to each other.

As a life coach, I often remind clients that they're never finished evolving. I'm a testament to that.

Like our homes, we too are unfinished projects, ceaselessly engaged in the act of becoming.

Perhaps that's what momentum has been teaching me all along.

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