I am craving space and solitude. I want a meditation cave/reading room/writing space/drinking hang out and there is nowhere for that in the house. I’ve even thought of using one of the under stairs cupboards as a quiet time nook with a cushioned floor and curtained off. Impractical, I know. Can you imagine?
“Do you want a brew?”
“I’m in my zen space, leave me alone!”
“You’re in a cupboard, do you want a cup of tea?”
No inner peace there. I was bemoaning my lack of a personal retreat to my friend Catriona. Her response was simple: get a summer house. I want a summer house, I need more space. I should get a summer house. It will fit in the yard, it can have power, light and heat. I can decorate!
So now there is measuring, planning and research to do. Not sure how I’m going to get a summer house onto a sloping, terraced yard but I’ll figure it out.
Talking through an issue with a friend can mean you get a solution to something that’s been driving you mad straight away. They aren’t caught up in your narrative about how awful the problem is and can fix it. Proper fizzy.