So. Yeah. I’ve been thinking. And I’ve got to tell you, I really do need some space.
And I’m not the only one.
This weekend I heard someone speak about space. More specifically how we should all create it…create a personal, spiritual place for ourselves…in our homes. Sacred space. A place where we can connect with ourselves, our thoughts, our dreams, our God, etc. A place where we should deliberately spend some time to re-know ourselves, or recognize ourselves. He spoke about this in an incredibly lengthy and fantastic way, but that was the basic gist.
But this is nothing new.
Virginia Woolf wrote about it, um, 78 years ago.
Hemingway expressed the same thing in his own way almost 74 years ago. Although, obviously, his clean well-lighted place would also double as a stocked bar.
And, frankly, I like the sound of that.
The Queso has been a great space for me. But like a greedy child, when I get a little bit of something, I want more. I want some real-life space. And I’ve decided I need a sacred space of my own.
The thing is, we live a house that was built just a few years before Hemingway’s writing. Back in a time before houses had extra rooms, guest rooms, room-sized closets, and frankly, any room in general.
So, I really don’t have the room.
The guy I heard speak this weekend said…”If you feel you don’t have any room for it, well, there’s a metaphor you can work with.”
Hm. Right. But even if I did find any space to squat and claim, it would take a lot of time, energy, creativity, and potentially some serious muscles to make it my own.
The guy said…”If you feel you don’t have time to create it, well, there’s a metaphor you can work with.”
Okay. Yeah. I get it. But, if I did take this space, I’d be the only adult in the house with any room of my own. The HcQ and I share every single bit of air allowed in our “quaint cottage” (sometimes I chose to use Realtor terms). There is no extra space for anything. We. Are. Streamlined. People. Everything has a purpose and a place. Frankly, it would be selfish to take any space and use it for something not extremely pragmatic.
But the guy said…”If you feel like you don’t deserve it, or you feel ashamed or wrong to have it, well, there’s a metaphor you can work with.”
Right. And I guess it is somewhat practical to foster sanity. In theory.
So, I talked to the HcQ about it. And he essentially grunted that whatever I decide is fine with him. Basically, he couldn’t care less.
So, to review: I’m over my guilt, I’m over my laziness, and I’ve overcome our lack of space. I found a room. One room, the only space we have, that doesn’t get used (except to store junk)…right…you guessed it, the dining room.
So I’m taking it over. I’ll keep you posted.
But more importantly, and back to you, do you have a space of your own? If so, what does it look like? What do you use it for? Etc. Or. Do you wish you had a space of your own? And if you could have one, what would your dream space be?
Just curious. Because I need ideas. I mean, since it will be my very own space, I’m thinking I could move in a trampoline. Or a Ms. Pac Man machine. Or a pink pony. Really, the options are endless.
*My smart friend Melaney gave me the above book years ago, and I’m just now taking it seriously. It’s good. You can pick it up in a variety of places, including here.