By Samantha McKenzie

My beautiful space is sacred to me. It’s the place I go, inside of my mind, that gives me calm. It centers me and reminds me immediately what’s most important.

My beautiful space is occupied with my love for self and mankind. I use the peaceful time there to replenish all that is good within me. I stock up on joy and happiness and look for meaning and purpose there too. I rewrite my personal mission statement. I use this sacred spot to sound off. I really examine how and why I think the way I do. It takes practice to offer a better prospective to life’s riddles. I ask myself the tough questions and challenge my ideals. I know, if I stay long enough, if I just give it time, I will discover new truths. It always works out that way.

In my space, there is no mask. There’s no hiding. There’s no need to fool the self.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve struggled to protect this space. I’ve allowed my daily tasks, my personal priorities and my fleeting frustrations to get the best of me. It’s not easy shaking off the days’ worries, ya know. They have a funny way of holding on to you, hoping you will carry them into tomorrow’s future.

I’ve fought for my beautiful space, time and time again. I learned how to steal away minutes from the day and sit with the simplicity of silence. I shut out the outside noises. I turn off the tv, the phone and the annoying alarms. I dismiss the voice inside that’s reminding me of all the things I still need to get done. I quell the negative voice that just wants to heighten my irritation. I silence several other parts of me for the moment, until I find my beautiful voice. I recognize her immediately. She’s the most authentic. I know she loves me. She smiles when she speaks. And it’s warm.

It doesn’t take a lot of time to find your beautiful space. A few moments a day will do. Protect yourself and fight to keep your sacred place.

I hope you win.