Finding Peace Within My “Solitude”
Life has been a hot beautiful mess these days. I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, my brain sometimes gets the best of me and I’m literally running on caffeine fumes, bagels and toddler kisses. With work, homework, being a mother and trying to maintain my mental and emotional sanity it has taken me almost half of a year to finish putting together my creative space.
I originally wanted a room I could escape to that was off limits to everyone else in the family, but it has become clear that the days of “me time” is long gone. I’ve found myself in here typing away to the rhythm and sounds of a slobbery snores and dog farts.
My little sanctuary has been “complete” for about two weeks now and somehow the entire family has managed to cram themselves in here at some point or another. Either wrestling around on the floor, while some of us retreat to the couch and chair for safety of flailing limbs and doggy drool.
This has also become my little ones favorite place to hide from us. As we wander around the second floor of our home calling out for our chunker. “I wonder where that baby girl went?” Once we finally make it to my room and we find our kid nestled behind the couch she giggles and screams out, “Got you Mommy! I got you!” It’s the cutest thing ever.
Although I’m still having to share my space with furry or sticky little creatures I’m so pleased with how the room has turned out. My personality and quirks are perfectly displayed in a room full of color, crafts, memorabilia, books and succulents.
I’m ecstatic that I get to escape to a place that feels like me and I get to find myself within my new version of peace and solitude; to read books, write, cuddle up, play hide and seek with my spawn, and giggle our lazy weekends away in our comfy pj’s and bare feet.