I’ve been a long-time fan of Virginia Woolf. Not because I’ve read every single work she’s written, but because she wrote this one particular book that stayed with me since college. You can probably guess the title…
A Room of Her Own.
That a woman needs her own space to thrive in this life is something that resounds deep and loud and true to me. And ever since becoming a mother and a full-time one at that, I’ve been scrapping for bits and pieces of this sacred space that feels so freakin’ elusive.
But the past few weeks, I realized that I’m done with the bits and pieces.
I’m carving out a room of my own, as big as my limitations allow me.
For a long time now, I’ve been needing a physical space where I can retreat on a daily basis. Actually, probably since I got married. Being that, you know, you share the bedroom with the spouse. And then I became a freakazoid kind of mama and took my baby-now-a-toddler to bed with us. It’s been amazing and crazy, that family bed, but oh.my.gosh. A little space please?
That and having my own bedroom has always always always been my lifesaver. My personal sanctuary.
Well five years, 10 pounds more (of what I won’t tell you) and a toddler later, I suddenly find myself dying for one. And this week, I literally made it happen. I created my own space. And you’d never guess where.
Out of my walk-in closet.
My husband calls it the Harry Potter Cube. But I LOVE IT. Every single chance I get, I retreat to this little corner of my world. Here, I get to create to my heart’s delight and send out a prayer of intentions and gratitude.
It has totally given me more than just a physical space. It has given me heart and mind space where I can soar and fly and make magic.
Of course, it’s going to be stinking hot come summer time but we’ll worry about that later. I’m sure a little fan would do the trick. And lots of ice cold tea. Maybe even do my art buck naked.
Oh such glorious freedom from such a small space. All because I get to call this room my very very own.
What about you? Do you have a room of your own? No? Well, time to dream up one dear mama! Share your thoughts in the comments below and please share this article to everyone and anyone you know. I’m dying to get famous you know (Not).