A space bar

Bedrooms, living rooms, storerooms — most rooms have their functionalities spelled out in their names.

My room, is more than a space where I sleep, eat and store shit in. It’s the fountain where I recharge and respawn (unless you play DOTA, this sentence probably made you cringe).

I can spend hours doing up my room because in a way, I’m actually recalibrating my state of mental and emotional affairs as I’m adjusting that pot of plant to its perfect position on the table. And my mind knows exactly what that position is.

Curled on my sofa, song flavour of the week on repeat with a drink in hand, I’m recovering from the fatigue that every day brings and taking a breather that my mind needs. This is more than a room. This my space bar.

What is yours like?