A dropped a little coin on a new Chromebook last week and offset the cost by selling my old one. I got it on Monday.
Five minutes with it in my dusty, cluttered office was more than I could stand. I could feel lit judging me. So I spent big blocks of time on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday making the office suitable for my shiny new tool. Four boxes full of books I want for mostly for the name on the spine are gone. The place smells like lemony Clorox wipes.
The impetus for change can come from just a taste, right? A little sip of purpose or direction, a nibble on a corner of control, and the status quo doesn’t work anymore. Everything must reorient to be like the new thing.
I’m not talking about icon packs to match your cell phone’s wallpaper.
Just a little bit of light under the door can compel us to throw open every window in the house.