19/09/2025
A room of her own 🌿in so many ways I find myself in the life I once dreamt of. I have my children with me day to day, who reveal only ever more love inside of themselves with every passing year. I know our time sharing the mundane routines of everyday life in this way has a finite number of sleeps. They are growing into themselves and I become ever more a witness on the outside of their journey. Maybe not on the outside, perhaps it’s more a place of being the ground that holds their dance. They live in the heart of my universe and I get the privilege of observing theirs. Wow it’s a privilege. Wow it’s bitter sweet. How sharply I savour each day and notice tendrils of grief for what comes after A-Levels in a year. What a beautiful brutal thing it is to be their Mum.
Our home is peaceful. A peaceful home is a dream come true for me as someone who has been hyper vigilant all her life. We’ve been here some time and the walls feel like ours (they’re not, but they feel it). Our plants grow in the garden. We tend to / neglect the weeds. This hearth is our home, the dog sleeps at our feet here. I’m so overwhelmingly grateful for that and the stability we have experienced within these walls.
And boy oh boy, I have struggled with some compromises recently, taking on a full time job in retail to pay the bills so that I can hold our ship steady through the final years of study for all 3 of us. Working full time, studying, single parenting is like being forged in a furnace. Nothing has challenged me more, there have been oceans of tears but I feel undeniably strong, galvanised, certain of myself as a result of doing this difficult thing as best I can. As the saying goes, we can do hard things.
This chapter is settling into something good for us, something I carefully considered and intentionally chose. Our ship is steady. It has been hard but it was a choice I’m glad of.
So this space here in these photos is a room of my own in every way. A life I chose. For clients, for essays, for yoga, for writing & reflecting, for family, for routines, for juggling it all. This room of my own is where I call home and it’s a place I used to dream of. How lucky I am. 🌿