Dappled in Light: A Simple Shift, 23 Years in the Making

It only took me 23 years to move my bed.

For more than two decades, my bedroom sat in a configuration that felt… fine. Functional. A habit. The bed against this wall, the dresser over there, the windows doing their quiet work in the background. I never questioned it—until one day, I did.

Maybe it was intuition, or a whisper from the universe, or just the itch for something new. But I finally dragged the bed into a different corner of the room, just to see. And now, every morning, I wake up dappled in reminders of how small changes can bring unexpected magic.

Some mornings, the first thing I see is the golden hush of sunrise, spilling across my blankets like a quiet blessing. Other nights, I fall asleep bathed in moonlight, a silver glow wrapping around me like a spell. The light moves through my space in a way I had never fully noticed before, and now it moves through me too.

It makes me wonder—how often do we sit in patterns that no longer serve us? How many small, beautiful shifts are waiting, just beyond the edges of our routine?

I thought I knew my space, my rhythms, my own home. But this one change has reminded me that there’s always more to discover. Sometimes, all it takes is moving the bed.