Being in a Good Place...

It is my bed in case you were wondering...

I know, I am totally signaling that today’s post is gonna be weird. 

Read on, if you dare!

Anyway, I do almost everything from my bed.  Work. Write. Read. Eat sometimes.  If I watch Netflix, it is most likely from my bed.  I talk on the phone from my bed.  And I long to get back into it the second I get out of it!  True story.

I am not sure why I need a home base, a place from which to launch myself that feels so safe, so familiar, so mine.  But I do.  And while my home is definitely my sanctuary, my bed is my altar.

Bed is a comfort at the end of a long day (aren’t they all long days?), a place of solace, rest, rejuvenation, relaxation, peace, and sometimes, though not very often, a great deal of fun.  Having teenagers and not dating really put a damper on fun bed time.  Most of the time, bed is this place where I retreat.  Kind of like some spiritual retreat I get to go on every evening and wake to every morning.  It is safe, snuggly and mine.  And I will tell you that every single day, it is hard to get out of, most especially now that it is cold.

It is where most of my hard conversations have happened with my kids, it is where I snuggled them through a hard time or just a day, it is where I write, tapping out the contents (frightening as they might be) of my heart, my head and sometimes, when I am really brave, my soul.

I am a soft bed person which I believe is the minority shareholder in the whole bedding market.  I like my bed to be cloud like, so soft and billowy that it feels like you aren’t even touching the mattress.  Life is hard which is why I maintain beds are meant to be as soft as possible.

So I am in a good place as I start every day and as I end them also.  My good place supports the introspection and the shutting off of my overactive brain.  It is everything I need to get this Type A hard driving, hard working, overachiever the rest she so desperately needs.

I am not sure I ever really paid attention to how very much an active life also required a restful one too.  That going hard and long and fast would always require the need for the opposite.  An environment that supports doing nothing, lying down and resting.  And believe me when I tell you I need all the help I can get in those slower paced areas of life.  I am good at moving and shaking, not so much at sitting still, except at the gym between reps, then I feel like I could sit there all fucking day.

Being in a good place, sometimes, just means where you physically are.  Sometimes the mental good place is absolutely tied to your actual physical location.  And for me, it is tied to this bed which is the foundation of all restful, spirit rejuvenating facets in my life.  

So when I say I am in a good place, it probably means my bed.  The attendant mental state will adjust accordingly.  But the best place I know is in my home, in my bedroom, surrounded with fluffy pillows and down comforters and a feather bed.  This is the best place on earth to me.  And when I chose to share it with someone, it elevates to a place that I am pretty sure closely resembles heaven.  This is not to say that solo bedding isn’t also grand, just that when you are brave enough and attracted enough to invite someone into a place that holds such a place of purpose and significance in your life, you have the amazing opportunity to level up in this world and share something so intimate with someone else on so many levels.

I am pretty sure we call this bedgasm - that feeling of euphoria you get when climbing in your bed at the end of a very long day. Not to be confused with an orgasm which, if you are lucky, can occur shortly thereafter!

It has been a long time since I invited someone into this particular sanctuary...mostly because the last person to occupy this hallowed ground was so totally and absolutely unworthy of any entry in my life at all.  Sometimes these lessons come hard and difficult to learn.  But sometimes you are given an opportunity to learn them so completely and totally that your place of solace becomes something you value more than anything else.  And a bed, becomes something so much greater than just a bed.  It becomes emblematic of your being in a good place...in all the ways and all the times spiritually, emotionally, physically and sexually.

So when I tell you I am in a good place today, now you have a visual.  Sorry, not sorry.  I am just over here typing away floating on my cloud, trusting that all the good in my life emanates from right here, right now.  I pray that you too are in a good place, safely tucked in, ensconced in self care, love and respect.  And that the hallowed ground of your self is never sullied by the selling of your mind, body or soul.

May you and your bed forever reign supreme, and be the stable and steady and comfy basis for all that is good and right and healing in your life.  And if your bed isn’t that place for you, maybe you might want to give it a try? Call me, I know where they sell the best sheets!