Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. ~Rumi
The house I live in has everything I ever had on a list for a home. In having everything I realize there are some features that are really nice but I don’t use or pay much attention to, like the hot tub isn’t something we enjoy. We hardly use the family room other than to pass through a pretty space. The study is gorgeous, stunning and dreamy but we rarely relax in there. We keep things in there. There’s a sitting area in my bedroom in a bumped out window alcove, it’s pretty, it looks inviting, but when I want to sit and relax I go somewhere else. When the kids want to talk to me privately in my room, they don’t sit in those chairs; they climb onto my bed and get close to me. The kids have their own hangout room, and they like that but I’m usually annoyed when they stow away in there.
What we really use the most is the least likely room of all, and it’s my art room upstairs. It’s the game room space that I claimed when we first moved into this house. It’s my office. I nap, read, write, gaze at my gardens, create and feel inspired in this space. It’s cluttered. It’s the place where I set the rule: “Don’t say a word about the mess! An art room is supposed to be messy. Don’t tidy up my process!” In this room we have a round table that seats ten if necessary, a day bed with a trundle underneath, a craft table, a chair and ottoman (claimed by Craig) and ceiling to floor bookshelves containing all my supplies. And there’s a tv too, but it’s only to keep Kira happy while I create, and for watching family shows and movies together at night. At the end of the day when we are tired and want to hang out together everyone shows up in the art room. I never would have guessed it. We all climb onto the day bed and lounge to watch a movie, the boys pull out the trundle and sprawl across that mattress. Lucy steps over everyone to climb up onto the bed to be closest to me. Someone might be sitting at the round table working on an idea, making something, or clicking the computer. There’s a door to the balcony and if the weather is pleasing I prefer to sit out there and look at my gardens and catch up with my husband. So, in 7400 square feet, we occupy a small bit of it most of the time.
I’m letting myself be silently drawn to what I really love…. Whatever it is that brings us together as a family…the kitchen table…the round craft table…the day bed with dog hair and smushed pillows. And letting go of the perfect family room that could be photographed for a magazine… I won’t notice when it’s gone.