The truth is everybody needs a space.
Everybody needs a space to go to and think. Or pray, or whatever it is you do in your still moments.
My space is my closet. I have a nice closet. Not too cramped, with a window so the light can stream in during the waning hours of the day. I like to lay on the carpet and watch the dust particles twinkle and dance in the still air. My closet smells like me, on Sunday. It's a mixture of Quelques Fleurs perfume and leather.
This is my thinking spot. My praying spot. My leave me the hell alone spot.
Everyone needs a spot.
It needn't be a closet. Some might find solitude in wide open spaces. Or eating alone in a bustling cafe. Or in an attic or a tree.
I have a mantra when I lay in my closet that I like to say in my head. "I am enough". Because the truth is, the world makes me, and you, feel like we are not enough. But really, we are.
I don't actually repeat the words "I am enough" over and over. I just let myself feel like I am all I should be. As I lay there, I let myself feel good about who I am and what I do. Sometimes I listen to happy music on my headphones. Sometimes I get our bamboo back scratcher and tickle my own back and think up new schemes.
In this way, my closet has become my place of possibility.
Children seem to inherently know there is magic in having a space. When I was a little girl, I went to an old barn in a peach orchard behind my house. It was a dilapidated building with loads character and a resident barn owl. I did a lot of really good thinking in that old barn. But then I grew up. And I forgot about the barn and about being still and doing nothing.
It's taken many years, but now I remember.
Everybody needs a space.
Go find yours.