Although not planned this way, I ended the Facebook seven-day black and white photo challenge with a picture of where I end my day. My bedroom.
Of all the bedrooms that have been mine over the years, this one is my favorite of all. What you see is not what you get, as there is so much more to this picture that is not shown. Shiplap. Exposed brick. Its unique layout. How it makes me feel also is absent from this photo. Safe. Peaceful. Happy. At home.
What you do see is my bed. This is where I begin and end each day. Sometimes, that day begins with an eager anticipation of what is to come. Other times, it finds me pulling the covers over my head, not wanting to face the day or myself. I have gone to bed with sweet dreams swirling in my head, and I also have cried myself to sleep and battled living nightmares.
It is a sanctuary of solitude, broken only when my daughters or cats crawl into bed with me. My daughters will still curl up next to me for a snuggle or a chat, and I have been known to fall asleep, and wake up, with a cat or two next to me.
What really struck me about this photo, though, is the sliding barn door that is the entrance to my bedroom. In the three months that we have lived here, I have never closed that door. Never. Since the upstairs of our home is only composed of the master bedroom and bathroom, plus, an oversized walk-in closet, it is very much my private space. I have not felt the need to close that door yet, but it is nice to know that I can. I was not raised in a barn, but I have created both a physical and emotional space where I can entertain both solitude and company.
The Facebook challenge wrapped up a couple of weeks ago, and now, I am now on to other challenges and opportunities in the real world. Life is far more interesting without filters, and the stories behind the pictures usually are, as well.
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