“Give her a room of her own and five hundred a year, let her speak her mind … And she will write a better book one of these days.”
–Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
I learned a long time ago that I’m a nester by nature: I fluff and fuss in the physical spaces of my day-to-day life.
There are people who need the hum and bustle of the city to get worthwhile things done. There are others who need a Vulcan range and a wide chopping block. Me? I need soft, down-filled surfaces. Green, growing things.
The gleam of sunlight on polished metal and glass.
And I used to be ashamed of those tendencies — fearful that I was shallow to spend so much time feathering my nest. I’d tape fifty paint chips to the wall and puzzle over them for weeks. I’d scour the city for just the right rattan armchair, just the right slubby linen. Meanwhile, I’d wonder if I was crazy.
But slowly, I began to understand that this — all of this — is part of my creative work. I beautify the space around me, and gradually I understand how to fill wider spaces with beauty. The ripples move outward in the pond.
And there’s no shame in this.
Today, I thought I’d share with you a physical space that’s important to me. It’s the place I go to read, think and dream.
There’s a little white linen chair here — just right for my small frame. There’s a task light for writing at night, my favorite seagrass end table where a cup of coffee can rest. Best of all, there’s a great big canvas I painted myself, back when I needed to be reminded that big things needn’t scare me. That sloppiness and lack of skill needn’t scare me. That my work was simply to say the thing that was inside me — with paper and ink, with paint and canvas — even if I said it imperfectly.
And lately, I’m realizing that I have some important things to say — even if I have to do it imperfectly.
In the coming months, I plan to be in my writing nook a lot. I’m going to sit in this chair and watch the sunlight pour into the room like champagne into a tall glass. I’m going to make peace with certain parts of myself that need to be forgiven. I’m going to look hard at certain parts of myself that need to be cut out.
And then I’m going to write.
Today, I’m wishing you a safe, peaceful place to do the hard work of beautifying your soul… ❤