Renting a house limits your ability to create a space called your own. Especially if you are renting with somebody. Lucky I have my own bedroom which I called my sanctuary. It is where I can be myself whether on my crazy days, moody days or happy days. It has witness my ups and downs. It is where I can be creative and unwind.
It is always part of my goal, that when I build my own house there should be a special place for me where I can create, read books and meditate. A place that I can call my own.
Blog title is from the chapter title of the book "Imagine the Life You'd Love to Live, Then Live It" by Peg Conley.
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