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Trust the Girl Palace

There was a double rainbow outside today, but I could only capture this one, and I'll take it.


When I came home from the Antioch Writers’ Workshop a few weeks ago, I was convinced I needed to revamp my writing space to create a place more accommodating than my living room sofa to nurture a free flow of ideas. I waited and even tried to dawdle myself out of the plan, but it gnawed at me until I could take it no longer.

Yesterday, I converted our spare room into a quite space with a desk and my laptop. I feverishly dragged stuff in and out of the room to make a space I could call my own.

Writing has been part of my life and job for a very long time, and I’ve flirted with writing books, but I start and stop and tell myself my ideas and stories are lame and stupid and best left to someone smarter, funnier, better with words. If I did capture a good idea, I chastised myself with the notion I wasn’t the right person to tell the story.

I spent the week at the conference last month feeding off the creativity of others and encouraged by well-published authors telling me the only way I would fail was to give up. I was blanketed with the support I needed to trust the process, trust myself.

I’ve been thinking about trust a lot lately. I don’t trust easily, myself or others, and it’s been just recently I’ve realized how pervasive it has been throughout my life, but I’m over it. I may not always know where I’m headed, but I want to be open and trusting of where I might find myself if only given the opportunity.

I know bad things happen, really bad things, and sometimes people and places and God let you down, but I think I want to give this trust thing a whirl, and I want to start with me.

I did that this weekend when I created my girl version of a man cave. I have a desk for writing, a place for making jewelry when the urge to create something other than words on a page presents itself, and a comfy place to read when I just want to enjoy someone else’s craft.

My hope is for the room to evolve into a place that reflects the person I am learning to become, comfortable and trusting and at ease in my own skin.

How about you? Where do you find quiet peaceful moments?

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One Response

  1. I’m sure this was just an oversight, but you did not mention if your new space had a side table, with a coaster, to sit your glass of wine. That, my friend, will make any activity in which you indulge, more enjoyable.

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