One of my besties is deep into Feng Shui and I would always roll my eyes whenever he talked about hanging crystals in jutting corners and installing fountains in his Prosperity Corner. Then, one day, I had a change of heart, decided not to be such a cynical bitch, but give in and see what all the fuss was about.
I read a book on the subject and realized the chi in my bedroom is fucked. I have a jutting corner that sends bad juju right to my bed, the head of my bed is under a window, the foot of my bed faces out the door and my closet - which houses my stinky shoes and dirty laundry - is in my relationship corner.
Well, you don't have to be an ancient Feng Shui voodoo master to figure out that that probably means my relationships are full of stinky, dirty business, too. So I gave the walls of my closet a fresh coat of gleaming white paint (white being a color that stimulates love and relationships so they tell me), I cleaned the floor of the closet (which was peppered with a disturbing black goo) and I donated any article of clothing that a) didn't make me feel sexy and/or b) that reminded me of two specific eras in my life that were ladened with relationship awfulness. There's nothing I can do about the laundry and the shoes. I have a tiny New York room and the closet is the only place these items can live. Which is fine. It can be an unintentional metaphor of how into every relationship we carry the good, the bad and the ugly, but we work through them and live with them because that is love.
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