The creative space.
Since I was a kid, I longed for a room of my own. I needed a space for myself from everybody else. In our apartment, there was a room for me but I didn’t have a room of my own. Everyone could enter without my permission. I had to hide my things in order to have a sense of privacy.
Privacy was hidden things for me. The things I don’t want others to see, or not yet ready for others to see, but have to be hidden.
Privacy was who I was deep down, what I didn’t want to express or share with others, because it’s my own and it’s nobody else’s business.
Privacy was a room of my own. Privacy was the space to create. A safe one.
That’s why I treasure my own space like it is luxury.
It doesn’t even need to be a room. It can be a corner, a quiet one.
Or a desk in a cafe. As soon as I can be alone there with my pen and paper, I’m ready.
What’s your creative space?
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