To The Bat Cave

For the past several weeks, I've been on a mission to clear out the attic space above our garage.  Most of the stuff up there hasn't moved in 30 years.  I poured through memorabilia of great grandparents, grandparents, parents, and my younger self.  I set aside the pictures and books, then I plan to donate and burn the rest: we had a bat infestation for a few years, and most items I rummaged through were covered in dead bats and guano.

What can I say...I've always been a glamour girl.

Anyway, as a person who already has a full dance card, it felt counterintuitive to add on another big job.  But I'm playing the long game.  Ever since I got married, the majority of my efforts have necessarily gone into the people around me.  And I don't mind it.  But I don't have many spare minutes for personal wellness.  And even if it did, I wouldn't have a place to get the kind of wellness I crave.

So that's why I'm creating myself a room.  Just for me.  Right now, it only has lumber in it.  But in a year or two, it will have a piano and a couple chairs and a place for me to toil and write as much as I want.  It feels selfish, but only because I've never done it before.

Reader: I'm building myself a bat cave.  

If you're a fellow person who spends most of their days on others, let me tell you: even having a little project to work on that's just for me has done wonders for my mental health.  Clearing out the last box in the attic, I felt instantly lighter and hopeful.  As we go through our week, let's not forget to make room for ourselves and our thoughts. I'll see you next Monday. -Em

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