My space and place, like a “man cave” but anything but.  Not what I’m after with space and time to SELF.

Dad told me once that moments like this you’ll remember for the rest of your life.  One time when I was home sick I was stretched out on my bed, chin in palms and just looking out the window, enjoying the view from that Bayview Drive home.  He ordered me to enjoy it, that peace, ‘cause it won’t be forever, take time to absorb it so I can recall it later he said.  Something like that.

I never forgot it.  Feeling that now, and telling mySELF to do the same, where I am in this room in Windsor – the loft, a place I seriously fantasized about at a time in my life where I was convinced I was stuck, damned, jailed.

Now, this writer is FREE.  This is me, and I’m not stopping with this new writing mission.  Understanding Mental Health – mood and attitude, and how much control we forget we have in those throws.