A Place for Privacy

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There’s an open community of bloggers that I’ve been wistfully following for months. The informal group, called Let’s Blog Off, writes on set topics that range from childhood wishes to thumbtacks and everything in between. It’s always interesting to see how the participants respond to the topics – all starting at the same place but ending up in sometimes vastly different directions.  This month, the topic is “Privacy”, and while there are various takes on the subject, many of the blog posts today have focused on the very contemporary problem of internet privacy. Being a bit more traditional, however, my first thoughts flew to ideas of old-fashioned privacy – having a private place to think and create without distraction or criticism.

Growing up, I was always seeking out places to paint, draw, read and think – usually retreating to my bedroom, or even the basement of my parents’ house. As I moved off to a noisy college dorm, I had to go to the library or student union – learning to seek privacy in public places. Now that I am married, have children and am a business owner, I no longer have the luxury of much alone time, and find I fill my rare times of solitude catching up on housework or working on the computer instead of the creative pursuits that used to give me peace. I have a whole house, but no place that is solely my own.

As the kids grow older and spend more time off with their friends, I expect that I will find time reopening in my life. The problem will be to not let work, and email, and social media suck away the regained moments.  One of the best ways I can think of is to have a private space of my own, sans computer, where I can regain my center. Where this space will be is yet to be determined.

Since we are in the shed building business, I covet every full size shed that leaves our shop. I see all the possibilities of each one as a place to get away for some quiet time and have time with my private thoughts. How they are actually used once we leave the shop could be much less romantic, filled with lawn mowers and rakes. We do actually have three of our sheds at our home, but they are small, hiding the garbage cans, storing wood and tools. None are suited to become my own personal space. Perhaps the next one?

Maybe I can have one of these?


Posted on September 27, 2011 11:55 am
  1. Ginny Powell

    So glad you joined in Jo-Ann! I flip flop all the time what I want my shed to be. I can see a place to practice my yoga and art away from the dogs. I can also see a shed to store my gardening supplies with a wonderful potting bench, chair and bookcase for gardening books. Can you make me two sheds in one? Great first post for LetsBlogOff and I hope you come back again!

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  2. Jamey Burrell

    Jo-Anne,

    As an only child, I grew up with the luxury of privacy before I even had the capacity to recognize it as such. Although I had many close friends and played many team sports, in my leisure time, I grew up wondering the acres of wooded land surrounding my parents’ house. The idea of a shed of my own brings the memory of those secluded forests back to mind. Sometimes, all we need is a quiet place to be alone with our thoughts, to organize the jumbled messes of our minds, and to attempt to make sense of it all. I hope you get that shed of your own so that you can steal away a few precious moments to recapture your own privacy once again.

    Thanks for sharing.

    Jamey

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  3. Denese Bottrell

    I was that library girl in college, too! I cherish alone time and have felt the same way in my own homes. Now, I go to Starbucks to get away. I think there’s a market for turning sheds into shrines for creative pursuits 🙂

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  4. Amy Good

    I think I’d enjoy a shed like that too…a comfy chair, an ottoman, a small book case, a small table and chairs for writing…a window seat. Ok, now I’m longing for the next shed too 🙂

    Great first LetsBlogOff entry!

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