A Room of My Own.

On April 14Th when the volcano erupted in Iceland and everyone was stuck in Europe, struggling to be away from their homes, work and lives, looking for accomodations and running up huge credit card bills with no end in sight, I was......jealous??

Every morning as I rushed to get things done, and every night as I tried to find sleep with a laundry list of "to-dos" on the brain, I’d picture myself stuck in Paris or Florence or Madrid: sipping cappuccinos, watching the uber-skinny, sunglassed, fashionista-filled world go by. I longed for a way to push the "pause button", if only for a moment.

I realized, as I coveted an environmental catastrophe, that I might be in need of some space and pause.

So here's what I did: I took an old closet and turned it into a room of my own. I emptied out the clutter, put up some shelves, moved in a desk, some pictures and a bunch of things I love....and Whala! Space. No need to move to Europe. No need to conjure up tornadoes and tsunamis. Space.



A place to write and read and dream up plans for our new (not yet found!) house.

{I can even read magazines about uber-skinny, sunglassed fashionistas while sipping cappuccinos. Aaaaaah.}

Interestingly enough, in the process of moving and opening and organizing, a little picture from an old collage fell out of a book. A picture of me at 19. In front of The Louvre, in Paris, at the beginning of a long and unforgettable adventure. Pre-family. Pre-Job. Pre-RRSPs.



Here I am: Full of possibility and potential and excitement. 19 and unable to comprehend how that day in Paris would ultimately lead me here, to this life: I life I have chosen and built. A life in which I belong and for which I am eternally grateful.

I pinned it up on the wall to remind me that, for all the early mornings and late nights, responsibility and decisions, lack of time and "space"......I am so very lucky.

And so, I have built this room of my own. A room just for me and no one else. A place where I can turn the mundane into the magnificent....but, from time to time I suspect, I may open the doors and share my space with the other doers and dreamers in my life. The people who make my life full of chaos and crazy and fun.
The people who make my life full.



Wishing you a Friday full of chaos and calm and, most of all, fun!