For months, I found myself flinching every time I went to wash my hands or fill a pot in my own kitchen.
A small, broken thing had created a low hum of anxiety in our home, and we were just… living with it. We’d adapted our behavior to accommodate the problem, until I finally had a simple but powerful realization.
I wrote a short piece about what was broken, the Feng Shui principle that hit home, and why finally fixing it felt like a much bigger victory than it should have.
If you've ever felt on edge in your own home because of something that just doesn't work, I think you'll see yourself in this story.
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