I’ll be honest, there’s something that’s been bugging me about this blog basically since I started it.
Rosy Blu is a blog about home, and I know that to be true. It’s one of those things you just know because you feel it’s true. It’s about home.
But I also like to talk about a lot of topics that have seemingly nothing to do with home. Like feelings and self and happiness and organizing the files on your computer desktop. What do the files on your computer desktop have to do with home, really? I mean really. They don’t. And I talk about losing my cat, and then my grandpa. My favorite mantra. Daily rhythms. Teenage scars. And I loooove to talk about selfishness and selflessness.
And I’ve always been afraid I’m turning people off by being so nonsensical and seemingly random. It’s about home, but she’s talking about other stuff all the time? Like computer files? And dying cats? Why is she doing that? I’m confused I don’t like it here I’m leaving.
Which would make me sad. So I’ve been trying to puzzle this out in this brain, quite unsuccessfully.
But it hit me all of a sudden, like a great WHOOSH of clarity-wind that I’ve been waiting on for years now.
I define home as whatever space you get to call your own.
Naturally, your physical house is encompassed in this definition. But so is the office where you spend all your days. Your computer a natural extension of your home; you spend serious time in that space. Your website? Also an online home.
Sometimes home might just be your body. That space from which you experience everything, no matter where you are. We need to take care of that, too.
The quality of your space affects the quality of your experience in that space. And that’s the thing that matters, ultimately.
What’s more, I believe our approach to making this home more hospitable and nourishing to us has a lot of commonalities.
We have a choice about what comes in, what gets to stay and what goes. We can choose to have, keep and do only that which is beautiful, loved and useful.
This is why it’s so important to make space. So that your home is not crammed full of things you don’t need, things that get in your way and keep you from noticing your purpose is to inhabit the space, not take care of all the stuff in the space. Clean it. Organize it. Rearrange it. Move it from one physical space to another.
I’ll be honest, I feel immense relief having articulated this definition, if only for myself…but something tells me this might strike a chord with you, too.
So tell me—does this definition of home resonate? And more importantly, what can you do today to inhabit your space rather than take care of your space?
P.S. On that note, I’m inching closer and closer to finishing my next project, 101 Ways to Make Space. Be sure you’re on my mailing list if you want to be the first to know when it launches!
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