In every home, there should be one room dedicated to seeing clearly, regardless of the view.
This happens to be mine.
To the outside world, it goes by the name of "upstairs office." But I know it by another name: The Lisa Borgnes Giramonti Center for Cognitive Realignment.
This room was created for physical indolence and spirited mental wanderings. Here, I set my grey cells loose to make new connections, stumble upon the unexpected, and -- if I'm lucky -- to topple down a wormhole and come up with a breakthrough.
It's a intimate form of elopement, really. "Come on, darling," I say to my brain. "At long last, it's just you and me. Let's go off together and not tell anyone."
Some days, I am filled with inspiration. I lose myself in a book or a blogpost and suddenly, it's time to pick up Luca from school. I love those days.
Other days, I feel totally stuck. In those situations, I relax, surrender to the moment and focus my attention outward. Insight usually follows.
Just outside my Center for Cognitive Realigment there is a little balcony that offers a particularly pastoral method of healing. The active ingredients are sunlight, breeze and birdsong.
Do you have a room of your own where you can be who you are?