In 1929, Virginia Woolf’s essay, A Room of One’s Own, was published. I read it a long time ago and didn’t take the time to reread it for this blog. What I remember, however, was that Woolf championed the notion that people, particularly women, need personal space, privacy, and independence.
We’re almost one hundred years down the road from this work’s first appearance, but I believe its basic premise still reverberates. We all – men, women, children, perhaps animals – need space.
And space is what happened to me today.
I cancelled a walking engagement with a friend – my only commitment of the day – and slept in instead. I had a “To-Do” list, as I always do, but at the end of the day there was little to cross off. Instead I started a book I’ve intended to read since the start of the millennium; and we had the easiest crock pot recipe in the world for supper.
The weather was mid-range, meaning it wasn’t so cold as to be numbing for this time of year but it wasn’t so warm as to be welcoming either. A great day to stay in. Today’s vernacular would call it ‘vegging.’ I call it reclaiming one’s space.
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