My Sanctuary

….when making a Sunday Gratitude list it occurred to me that I have a lot to be grateful for in my home...in my little studio apartment adorned in shades of pink with hints of gold...I have so very much to be grateful for.

My home is my sanctuary.

It’s where I dance for hours on end in the mirror.

It’s why I cry to myself.

It’s where I grow.

It’s where my thoughts flow.

It’s where I feel me.

It’s where curiosity blooms.

It’s my retreat from the world.

It’s where I listen to chanel snore little old lady puppy snores.

It’s where I see the city from my balcony and dream.

It’s where I get creative in the kitchen.

It’s where my soul and spirit find nourishment.

It’s where I get to use my Dyson.

It’s where I clean in silk sleep sets, robes or chemises...b/c I love lingerie.

It’s where I curl up and read.

It’s where I learn new things.

It’s where I grow.

It’s where I dream.

It’s where I get lost in my own beautiful thoughts.

It’s where I reflect on the day.

It’s where I can block out the noise.

It’s where I can breathe.

It’s where I can be spontaneous. 

It’s where I look in the mirror daily and began to fall in love with my curves.

It’s where I grew a deeper love of myself.

It’s where I became comfortable with me...and just me.

It’s where I put my crown on EVERY day...and own it b/c I’m a QUEEN.

It’s where inspiration grows.

It’s where I’ve been depressed.

It’s where I’ve found light in darkness.

It’s all of me...in just the right amount of space.

When I look around this apartment I see love. 

I see my mom carefully selecting pieces to compliment my style. 

I see my friends laughing and sipping champagne in formal attire for new years.

I see little Chanel looking out the window all day in amazement.

I see myself transforming.

I see so much life happening in such a small space...it amazes me.

I see history...of the past but also in the making.

I see hope.

I see the phases of me.

I see my own evolution as a black woman...coming into my own through the books on my shelfs, the photos on the walls, the decor...the everything speaks to who I am, who I have been and who I'm becoming.

And for this I am thankful to have this home. My home is my sanctuary.