Last week I stopped apologizing for taking up space in my own kitchen
My sister came over Tuesday and watched me cook dinner. I kept ducking out of her way, moving my cutting board to the counter edge, shrinking myself so she could lean against the island. Midway through chopping onions she said 'why do you keep doing that?' and I realized I had no answer except habit. So I put the board back on the center, stood where I needed to stand, and told her 'this is my kitchen, you move around me.' She laughed, but she actually did move. It felt weird and heavy, like I was breaking a rule I didn't even know was written down. Has anyone else had that moment where you just... stop apologizing for existing in your own space? How long until it feels normal?