An unfinished attic, filled with moving boxes, furniture, and a decade of dust… but all I could see was the ideal place to make a massive, creative mess. By the year’s end, this space will have seen the floor splattered with paint and scattered with petals, but right now, it is freshly painted and brimming with quiet inspiration.
I plan to use this space as an art studio, where I will create and paint and tear and glue and dream and never, ever, ever (okay maybe a few times, perhaps) clean up my messes.
I will use it as a space to arrange the flowers I have grown in my garden and pack them for delivery to the subscribers of A Summer of Garden Blooms. And I also plan to use it to practice yoga, a life-changer for me, that has not been consistent since my children were born, but that I miss and have desired to have in my routine once again.
It really is thrilling to begin a year with a new, fresh space and the room to hold all the ideas I will bring into this new year.
I am already feeling nostalgic as I type these words knowing with work and dedication to bring these ideas to life, I will be able to look back on this morning, as I sit here typing beside a cup of tea on this gray January 1, filled with gratitude and peace.