I laid down at 1 am and felt something I can't quite describe; something like the words sturdy or secure; or a hug from someone who understands how firmly (or gently) you need to be cradled at certain points.
I recently bought a bed frame; and with it, something else came. Let's call it "order" or "structure". It provided a starting point; a context within my chaotic room to build from; it is a place where something belongs—and where certain things fit under. I realized at 1 am last night (odd revelations at odd times, I know), that my bed frame holds a clear purpose, and provides a clear order to a particular form of chaos.
But the point of this isn't about keeping up appearances—making our figurative "bedroom" (heart/soul/Facebook) look clean and proper; it's about investing in the present. Because for many reading this, we are where we are; whether that means emotionally downtrodden, vocationally or professionally unsatisfied, or relationally lost.
We must acknowledge our present.
Not to say that castles should be built within graves, but rather to say that we must (learn to) fill graves in order to build castles; foundations; lay pavement for new roads. Because at some point, we all need a bed frame. (Read: stability, consistency, commitment, structure).
Even us "creatives". And sometimes, the thing that has to stay same is you; your determination, acknowledgment of self worth, unwavering hunger and search for hope and goodness and truth. You are your own point of reference, your own stability, and your own consistency. And we're all seeking to create something sturdy, structured, and unwavering within ourselves; call it identity, purpose, whatever.
But maybe we start simple, with a bed frame. Maybe we learn to organize and structure; putting certain things out to share (sparking fires that once burned high), while storing others away (protecting your most intimate spaces from mental/emotional buildup). Or maybe it's time we throw some things out.
Maybe we need a break from [our own] toxic thinking.
Let your heart settle; even as it craves to conquer mountains and paint city-skies. Because we all want more than an emotional high. So buy a bed frame; hang your hat collection; vacuum your space; throw the buildup away. After all, I think it's time we stop treating these floors—our self doubt, pasts, social pressures—like home.
Our insecurities are not our home. So yes. Pick up a bed frame.*
It's time we start building things that last.**
*I hear free shipping is a thing.
**Maybe that starts inside ourselves.