photo by Kristin Vogt
Over the past several months, I’ve come to realize we all need a safe space. Whether it’s our office, our bedroom, even the shower, we all need a place where we can feel safe. Where we can block out the world and just relax.
A variety of things have happened to make me seek solace. I bet some of the same things have happened to you. But for a long time, I thought that I was alone in that. That I was different and maybe a little weird, even a little crazy.
I’ve since decided that everyone is weird, crazy, and abnormal in their own way. And that’s the beauty of life. But when life gets to be too much, and you need a breather, I say it’s perfectly okay to go to your safe space. Cry. Lick your wounds. Just be.
Turn off the internet. Don’t answer the phone. Do what YOU need to do to recoup, recover, and thrive.
I’ve been burning the candle from all directions lately.
Feeling like I’m letting people down. Perhaps I am. Won’t be the first time, won’t be the last time.
The important thing is am I making myself happy? Am I living my best life? Do I feel safe and secure and confident and enriched?
Giving myself space and time to just sit and relax, think my thoughts without judgement… even my own judgement. Let’s face it. We’re often our own harshest critic.
Gosh, it’s glorious. I wish that for everyone.
Do you have a safe space? Leave me a comment below.
I’ve never really thought about it. But I think I’d say my safe place is with my husband, wherever he is. He has made me feel safe for 48 years and I get really antsy if he’s not around. If I’m scared or mad or upset, he’s the one I go to. May not even say a word but just being there is enough for me.
Don’t get me wrong, there are times, like when I’m mad at him, that I’d like to slap him silly but at our age, those are few and far between. When that happens, I just go out onto the back patio, open my kindle and let the rest of the world slip away.