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Until we redid Owen’s bedroom, I hated decorating.
But there was something really freeing about clearing out the clutter in his room and trading the space for something new and fresh.
It inspired me.
For years, we have kept the door shut to a small spare bedroom on our second floor. This room – what would have been our second child’s room – has had fits and starts as a second guest room, then an office, and then kind of both.
But not really, because multi-purpose rooms don’t really work, and having a small desk and bed in there just never really gave it a USE. So the room – the Blue Room, I call it – has never really been made part of our energy flow in the house.
A couple weeks ago, when I was at Kripalu, I set an intention to find my way back to creative writing. Beyond blogging and journaling, I want to write poetry and short stories and maybe even a book. I want inspiration to visit me again.
But in practice, this has been hard. My workspace at home is at a cramped small secretary desk in the study – where I pay our bills and work on our family budget and do accounting work and compose thank you notes, all while facing our three framed master degree diplomas on the wall.
It’s hard to find the focus for inspiration to visit me there, cluttered with all the Business Stuff of our life.
But it struck me, after finishing Owen’s room – the Blue Room would be a perfect space for an office. Not the kind of office I’ve spent the past 15 years working with, though. This office needs to be a space that favors creativity.
So I cleaned the room out and started fresh. What kind of space do I need?
Last week, I happened to come across someone who makes custom tables out of repurposed wood. I nearly fell over. A table is PERFECT for that room. A big, wide, long, spacious table, set in front of the window that looks out over the big Japanese maple and the church and sees the setting sun in the fall and winter.
And this weekend, I bought a new lamp and a squashy ottoman (perfect for putting my feet up under my desk!) and a bunch of fun patterned storage bins. I moved a bookcase with all my favorite books up there, next to the gorgeous wood rocking chair we’ve had since we moved in the house.
I am SO excited about creating a space for me to write in my house; it feels like I’m opening a door that has been closed for a very, very long time.
I wonder what’s behind it?