Before I had a family, I lived alone in small apartments. For a decade, I was able to play my keyboard at all hours of the day and night, writing music to my heart’s content (and to my neighbors’ chagrin).
And I didn’t know how good I had it back then until I had a family. Of course I wouldn’t exchange my family for anything, but man…I’ve been hungry for a small sanctuary where I can hole away and write in peace. Nothing fancy. Just a door that closes behind me with my instruments inside.
On Saturday morning, my fella built me that door. I’ve never loved him more.
Reader, I know everyone’s needs are different, but for me, love grows in a relationship when each person has space to breathe. I don’t remember the last time I’ve been so truly content and happy in my own home. And all it took was a locked door. If I would’ve known how good it feels to advocate for your own creative space, I would’ve done it years ago.
Wishing you a week of healthy boundaries and creativity that knows no bounds. See you next Monday. -Em
