The way to power

This is the best moment of my life: the moment I finally sit down on my couch and take time for the art of musing; just thinking and feeling and sitting. Time to be, to write and proudly I proclaim: “Virgina Woolf, I made it!” I finally have it, the room of my own. My room to sit, muse and write. I have all I need. It’s taken me a while and it wasn’t easy.

But now, while I have it, I am realizing the power of it. A girl in her room, happy, fulfilled and creating. Not for money, not for admiration and not for followers. No, just for the pure joy of creation. It could be crap, worthless but it doesn’t matter. As the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder – the joy of creation lies in my hand. I have my power back. It’s taken me a while and it wasn’t easy.

But now, while I have it I am realizing the revolution in that fact. A girl in her room; happy, fulfilled, creating and powerful. Not to gain anything, not to win a battle, not to be a heroine. No, just for the pure feeling of being in one’s own power. ”Mary Beard” – I want to shout ”I found a way” I finally have it. I included myself in the club of the powerful. I walked through my fear of shame and here I am taking myself seriously. It’s taken me a while, and it was certainly not easy.

After these words, I blow off the last grain of guilt from my shoulders. Take another sip of my tea, gaze out of the window into the most beautiful street in Norwich, and promise myself to stay strong.