🌬 The Inner Geomancer Day 8: The Illusion of Design

Some homes look perfect.

Like they were lifted from a catalogue.

Every cushion in place.

Every wall curated for admiration.

But sometimes, I wonder:

Is this space designed for comfort—or for performance?

Is it built to be lived in—or judged from afar?

I’ve visited homes like this.

Immaculate.

Impressive.

But hard to clean.

Hard to reach.

Hard to breathe.

And I felt a quiet relief—

That I didn’t marry into that house.

That I didn’t have to contort myself to fit its design.

I used to wonder why people built walls in the middle of rooms.

Why they chose layouts that felt rigid or impractical.

And when I asked—gently, with people I trusted—

They said: “It’s feng shui. It’s what the book said.”

I find it fascinating.

How people will believe anything— If it’s printed, praised, or passed down.

Even if it’s legitimate from a book or someone’s observation.

But I’ve learned:

When something is designed with intention, it’s not hard for them—it’s acceptable to them.

Even if it doesn’t make sense to me, it reflects their belief, their comfort, their rhythm.

I’ve never read a feng shui book.

I just go with what feels right.

But I’ve noticed:

Sometimes comfort leads to disease.

Sometimes comfort leads to laziness.

So I ask myself:

Is this comfort nourishing—or numbing?

Is this design supporting me—or sedating me?

🪞 What parts of your home feel curated for others, not for you?

🧭 What beliefs shaped your space—and do they still serve your truth?

🌿 What would it feel like to design for your rhythm, not someone else’s rulebook?

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