firstwivesworld - Moving Forward - Comments

LOVE it!

Wanda Woodard — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:41:53 -0400

Yes, cleaning is always involved, too. I love to get behind or under the sofa and discover little treasures - money, a hair band, a piece of foil -- change makes everything new again.

Wow -- I'm so glad we're all "movers!"

Wanda Woodard — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:40:19 -0400

Yes, Bargee -- so love it, and you are so right -- one moved piece of furniture can change a room...can change a life.

right on!

bargee — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:17:23 -0400

Is it a girl thing?? OMG, I love this post. My ex so totally never understood my desire to move the furniture around from time to time. As I type this, sitting on my couch, I am staring at the new wardrobe/armoire that was delivered to me literally this morning. I am wondering if I should move the bookcase that's in the place where the wardrobe will go, wondering if I should stain the wardrobe tonight--it is 9 p.m. after all--or wait till the weekend. Of course I should wait, I'm not manic and I love my sleep, but I'm just so excited at the prospect of getting out some paint brushes and moving some furniture around. I've never read up on feng shui but I'm sure it's real! I remember, years ago, moving a couch and how it transformed our living room from a bowling alley into an actual living room--a place where you could live. Even my furniture-moving-hating-ex commented on how much more relaxing it made our home. One simple change--it could change your life! And, hell, if it doesn't, you can always move it back. Right on, ladies.

Love moving things around!

KarenC — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:20:39 -0400

My mother was/is a mover. My father would never argue, just leave. Having no one to argue with mom would rearrange the furniture. Being mad made the heavy pieces easier to move. She and I both feel like you are really getting the room clean when you are moving the furniture and cleaning/vacuuming where things used to sit. My ex was happy when we moved to a house where there was only one way the furniture worked in most rooms of the house. I bought him out and guess what I'm doing? I'm having to move the TV cable to the opposite end of the living room, but where it was never made sense to me anyway.

Move away, sisters, move away

Wanda Woodard — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:45:34 -0400

Great description of how it feels to move your life/furniture around.

It's like a detox for the

Guest — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:41:59 -0400

It's like a detox for the soul. I love it! CM

Moving Forward

Wanda Woodard — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 12:00:35 -0400

I am a furniture mover. My mother was a furniture mover, too. Every three months or so, I rearrange the furniture in my living room, my bedrooms, my kids' bedrooms. I don't know why I do it — I like change, I guess. And not just a change in where a piece of furniture sits but also a change in perspective.

But my mother lived what you would call the typical lifestyle of a fifties mom — had a career as a pharmacist in the Army, met and married my dad, received an honorable discharge, and began having babies.

She never worked again. I have worked my entire life.

So, though she did enter the military at 19 and she did become a pharmacist (which is considered a respectable career even today), she stopped her progression to marry and have children — to be a housewife.

Secretly, though, maybe she, too, craved change. Maybe that is why she moved the furniture around in her own house — to make it seem to appear that she was changing something.

In my world, I focus daily to change something or someone — to help, to assist, to further along something, anything. I want to move things around in my life and forward. I want change, and I like it daily.

When I do something different, try a new move, I am introducing myself to a change, I am moving outside of my comfort zone.

Sometimes we stay married simply because the idea of such a drastic change is more than we want to think about much less deal with. We stay in a marriage that is not fulfilling our spirit and our desire to progress, to move forward. We don't take the steps to change it. We're comfortable, maybe. We're certainly familiar. Known vs. the unknown.

But what are we waiting for? Why do we think it will change, he will change, if we wait just one more day?