That's very exciting! I can understand your trepidation though. Not only can family make demands on your time at random, but there are myriad ways to procrastinate (for me it's walking to the fridge and staring at the contents for 5 minutes). I have a tiny room in our house, and I homeschool our kids (but they're 8 and 11 and very easy-going), but I have 2 main rules for myself: use a timer, and just ignore all housework. I also have a rule for when my children interrupt me: put everything down and listen to them. I want them to know they're more important than any deadline.
The closer it gets to finished, the more excited I get. Life will probably barge in, but it feels really special for a room to not just be mine, but to be created explicitly and exclusively to be mine.
For the 36 years I have owned a house, my studio has been whatever scrap of space was left over. As the kids got bigger, my space got smaller and when they left… it got smaller still as rooms and space were set aside for “when they come home” and later “when the grandkids stayed over.” Having my own studio felt selfish … or more correctly, was made to feel selfish.
Now we’re moving into an apartment and there is no space left over, maybe the corner of a kitchen table that will get cleared off of “all this junk” when company comes over. Maybe someday before I die I’ll have a studio.
Gonna go off for a long walk now and sit at a picnic table at the park, stare into some clouds and wonder where my life went so terribly off the rails.
That's very exciting! I can understand your trepidation though. Not only can family make demands on your time at random, but there are myriad ways to procrastinate (for me it's walking to the fridge and staring at the contents for 5 minutes). I have a tiny room in our house, and I homeschool our kids (but they're 8 and 11 and very easy-going), but I have 2 main rules for myself: use a timer, and just ignore all housework. I also have a rule for when my children interrupt me: put everything down and listen to them. I want them to know they're more important than any deadline.
Those are good rules 🙂
The closer it gets to finished, the more excited I get. Life will probably barge in, but it feels really special for a room to not just be mine, but to be created explicitly and exclusively to be mine.
For the 36 years I have owned a house, my studio has been whatever scrap of space was left over. As the kids got bigger, my space got smaller and when they left… it got smaller still as rooms and space were set aside for “when they come home” and later “when the grandkids stayed over.” Having my own studio felt selfish … or more correctly, was made to feel selfish.
Now we’re moving into an apartment and there is no space left over, maybe the corner of a kitchen table that will get cleared off of “all this junk” when company comes over. Maybe someday before I die I’ll have a studio.
Gonna go off for a long walk now and sit at a picnic table at the park, stare into some clouds and wonder where my life went so terribly off the rails.
Ah, G I’m sorry to hear that and sorry this post reminded you! I hope you find a space of your own, in some fashion or another.
I'll take that forsaken little room! Probably a too-long commute, but it looks so sweet.