Tuesday, 3 May 2016

A Room of One's Own

You may have noticed that keeping this blog afloat lately has been a struggle. Take three young children, a small business venture and life, and there seems little time for ruminating on anything, let alone inspiration and creativity. It is so easy to become bogged down in the minutiae, the everyday decisions that have to be made, the spellings, the swimming lessons, the tax return. Not even having little ones who reliably sleep during the evening, makes it feel that there is no time, no proper, guaranteed, no interruptions time when the baby definitely won't stir for a feed or the 3 year old definitely won't awake, stricken with night terrors, wide eyed and tragic.

The experience of mentally drowning in to do lists and appointments and pick ups and drop offs and being needed, is reflected in the physical. Our house is littered with shoes and tiny plastic toys and cat biscuits and rice cakes and things the baby has strewn about after a morning emptying cupboards. Upstairs piles of towels, clothes small children have grown out of, books not yet read. Not only is mental space at a premium, grown up physical space has all but disappeared.