I had the day off from The Day Job today. Thank you Martin Luther King, Jr.
I called my grandma. I made a meal that took more than 20 minutes to prepare (hellooooo, eggplant parmesan, those two and a half hours were totally worth you). I wrote a song. And I made my little music corner a little more inspiring.
In the last house I lived, I had two rooms to myself. That meant I had a bedroom and a room for music and other creative endeavors. I could go in there and mentally shut out the rest of the world. It was my sanctuary.
In this house, I live with good friends who always have stories to tell, a lot of shared space, and just a little to myself. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s been an adjustment.
I thought my bedroom was just the way I wanted it, but earlier this week I realized it needed a little something more… not for the sake of the space but for the sake of creating a space in my head where I can go to just be.
I think I’m one step closer now.
Do you have a sanctuary?
Tell me about it.
