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  • Dulcie, I feel your pain. I love my office, which is at home. I work here, but I also write, read, think, nap and occasionally have a good cry. Offices matter!

    September 21, 2017
    • Yes to all that – the writing and the reading and the thinking and the napping and the crying. I’m grateful to be awake for all of it. Most of the time. Thanks, Ann.

      September 21, 2017
  • Christy Keyes

    Dulcie,
    4 years after my stroke I am still grieving over what I lost, that sense of figuring out who I am. But I am also looking ahead, that figuring out of who I am becoming is beginning to become a bigger facet of my life, my mind, and less of a burden.
    This business of life is hard. The old shedding of who we once were bleeds an invisible color that is hard for others to see or know. But the growing a new “us” is also…freeing.
    There is something nice in having a grounded place, where we can touch base and not worry about it changing while we do. A sort of, “In this place, I am here. You will find me this way.” And there isn’t any of the wondering where we are or will be. Yes. I feel you.

    September 21, 2017
    • I hear you Christy. What a strange place to be. And yet you are so right in the freedom of it. Thanks for your input. I’ve appreciated knowing of your journey as well.

      September 21, 2017
  • Danielle McClelland

    Freedom vs. identity…never an easy one,but benefits on both sides for sure. Here’s to happy hunting for just the right spot.

    September 21, 2017
    • I am so moved by the energy generated in the space between the two, Danielle. Such an interesting place to be, at the very least. Thanks for reading and for your well wishes.

      September 21, 2017
  • Pam

    Dulcie, I’ve always loved an office. A space where you can choose to close the door and get down to business or to just be with yourself in a quiet space and breath freely. Or, open the door and let the world in…and all the good, bad, and ugly that comes with it. It was always a space where I felt accomplishment, confidence, and admittedly, a little bit of power. This morning, my office is my kitchen island. The house is dark, Sydney is still asleep at my feet and I’m loving this space…and I’m talking to you!! Whether it’s a room with four walls or the porch at the Borestone mountain cabin, I’m learning the place to create is everywhere. And you know I love me a coffee shop!! Love you, D!

    September 24, 2017
    • I so thought of you when I was sitting at Coffee by Design and thinking about what I wanted and needed for me and for my writing. This morning, I’m sitting at Cloudport, a space in Portland with light and windows and coffee and a bathroom and comfy chairs and quiet but there’s other people around, kind of like a spiffed up library. I’m trying it out for today to see if I can get into being here, to see if I can do something here besides drink their coffee and use their bathroom and think about what I should be doing. I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading and writing and being you. Much love to you.

      September 26, 2017

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