I did a reset today. It was mostly in the way of sorting out my home office/studio, but it felt really good.
I often reflect on the importance of space and how it affects my thinking and feeling. So, taking the time to sort it out was essential, and the reward afterwards was so worth it.
There’s something transformative about creating order in the spaces we inhabit. As I organised, I could feel my mind clearing alongside my desk—each item returned to its place seemed to settle a corresponding thought.
The spaces that bring us life aren’t necessarily the most beautiful or perfect ones. They’re the spaces that reflect our intentions, make room for creation and breath, and eliminate the friction between what we want to do and our ability to begin.
I’m sitting here now, surrounded by possibility rather than distraction. The physical reset has sparked a mental one, and I can feel the difference in how my ideas flow, in how my body relaxes into the work.
Perhaps this is a small thing—just a tidied room—but it feels like so much more. It feels like an act of care for my future self, a gift of clarity I needed without fully realising it.
