My space looked different in every setting.
In the morning, my time for space was locking the bathroom door. While I used the restroom I would mentally prepare myself for whatever challenges laid ahead. It was my morning ritual.
Greeting my children in the morning was what I looked forward to because we always had family discussions. It’s actually one of the most important things we do as a family and I always enjoyed the fact of sending my kids off to school in good spirits.
Leaving for work in the morning, with my bag in one hand and my tea in the other made me feel empowered because being in my car was another one of my happy places.
Having a big family leaves no room for me to just create a space just for me. So when I’m in my car I’m at my happiest because I can listen to whatever I want to (of course after dropping the kids off to school).I could decorate my vehicle however I choose without no one having an input. I could enjoy that space because it belonged to me only.
Sometimes I feel we take a lot for granted and we don’t take time to enjoy the space that surrounds us, or the space that we own. It’s important who you let into your space and it’s even more important whose space you invade.
After having such a hard day at work the last thing you want is someone stepping into your personal space with their negativity because we all know how contagious negativity can be.
Space plays an important part in my daily life because it’s what I look forward to from the time I wake to the time I fall asleep. But in 2020, when the virus started, space became pretty much non-existent.
My kids attended online school, which meant I had to stop working and I became their teacher, preacher, counselor, chef, coach, dean, tutor, nurse and not to forget I was still their mom.
My space was no longer my space. My mornings no longer were peaceful, it became chaotic. Everywhere I looked my space was either occupied or frustration filled the area.
Corona had moved in and took occupancy. Social distances outside led to even closer distances inside. Our kids needed love which meant they wanted to be hugged and kissed even more than before. My personal time I reserved to watch my movies and television shows, all of a sudden became family time.
When I finally had a little time to breathe I was so tired I swallowed the air and sounded off with my own sound effects.
I craved my space. I searched every corner of the house to find somewhere I could claim, just for me.
The things we take for granted don’t seem so important until it’s gone. We stopped communicating every morning as a family because we saw each other all day everyday. At that moment I felt the tenseness in the air. We all wanted to find somewhere to just release. Somewhere we would be able to just breathe and not feel someone breathing back on us.
Peekaboo, where are you? Space was what we sought, and desperate to find.
Corona had taken up residency. Space continued to be nonexistent.
