
![]() Everyone needs a space. I remember when I was raising young children how I longed for my own private space where no one could invade unless invited. In those days, it was impossible to find such an abode. Even the bathroom was not sacred, as any parent knows who has ever foolishly tried to make that space private for longer than a few minutes before the incessant door banging started. When I was a child I had my own room (eventually—for a while I shared with my two brothers until my parents made another bedroom out of the garage). My father had his garage. My mother had her garden. After I married, my husband had his private office. I wanted a space where I could paint without having to put it all away from prying eyes and curious little fingers. Eventually, when the first child left for college, I had a room. Heaven. Later, when all of the kids were gone, we downsized and guess what? I lost my own private space again. So, I rented a space. I can go to Ree Art Studio to think, create, study, whatever. (That is, if I turn off my cell phone. The invasion of electronics into our private worlds is a discussion for another day.) I highly recommend doing literally ANYTHING to get a private space of one’s own. It is there that creativity really flourishes. It is there that one finds authenticity. It is there that one can finally catch an uninterrupted nap.
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