You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Reality is there is no perfect space, there are always irritants. The light is wrong, the boiler blew up , your perfect room has no heating. The red marker has exploded all over your desk and stained your favourite napkin which you use to wipe your lips after slurping your home made soup for lunch. Today you forgot to defrost the soup so not only is your bright white napkin covered in bright red blobs , but you have no lunch.
The battery on your lap top is dying, you have unpaid bills and your cat has just decided to poo in the corner as you forgot to clean out the litter tray downstairs.
The cleaner left in disgust three weeks ago and the windows are beginning to rattle as the frames are rotting due to condensation and the force 10 gale outside.
Your ideal writing space that once was, is desolation, however, there is one thing that will never change, you have a notebook and you are jotting down ideas. Now that is perfection.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
thenotsomightyom 
Perfection clearly isn’t the room, the weather, the soup, or the poor napkin that died an honourable death.
Perfection is this: chaos doing cartwheels, life falling apart without fuss, and still—pen moving, ideas breathing.
If that’s not a writer’s paradise, nothing is.
The soup can wait. The notebook never does. 🤣😂😎
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Thank you Philo!♥️
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