This is one of my favorite places in the world. There are a few simple reasons for this. It is my work space. This is my home office.
This is the most comfortable place for me to write. From here I reach deep within myself. I collect myself and every bit of who I am focuses as I write.
It is a place I get vulnerable. Here I have honest, sometimes scary and uncomfortable conversations with myself. In this place I am clothed as I reflect on lessons I’ve learned.
This is where my thoughts are filtered and sometimes unfiltered and shared with the world despite them being a work in progress.
I reflect here. I journal here. I seem to write best here.
One of the things connected to my writing is reading. Something about the books around me makes the space even more cosy. For me, it is one of the most inviting spaces I’ve ever encountered.
Here, I read books. Some of the books around me remind of lessons I’ve drawn from them. They call out to me to live the promises I made to myself as our eyes meet, which occasionally happens.
Some of the books are on my ‘to read’ list and seeing them reminds me that I still need to read them. Some of them are just there to feed visions of how I’d want my books to be bound and packed one day,
This is one of my favorite places because it challenges my commitments to myself. Commitments to write, to dare to ship my work, with a simple, yet lofty goal, to change the world.
From my desk I reach deep within myself and challenge the world beyond me through what I create. The world also comes to me here as I read.
These are just a few of the reasons this is one of my favorite spaces in the world. Yes, you read that right, in the world.
And you? What is one of your most favorite places on earth and why?