Everyone has a place where they are most comfortable. Most often it is within their homes. That place where one can sit down and exhale. The place where old pajamas are worn. And Aunt Millie’s crochet blanket lies on the back of the couch.Memories of those here and gone are all together bringing comfort and love.

Some people have the ability to be comfortable regardless of their surroundings. Yet there are others who struggle with their comfort . Often these are the people who sit and watch everyone. They cannot engage in conversation that is outside of their comfort zone.

Before I was diagnosed with cancer, my space was at my home. I took great pride and comfort in the THINGS that surrounded me. I would frequently look at the large marble serving platter we used as a kid for Thanksgiving. The memories it would give me could warm a crowd on a winter’s night. I still have that platter on a shelf.

My illness redefined where my space is. What I have come to realize is that no matter where I am, that is my space. I am always present now and in my element. Ready as ever to connect with other people. You might find me at the grocery store involved in a conversation with a complete stranger.Recently, I was in a position where I had to sit for a long period of time. I was assisting someone by keeping them company. I was to be there for several hours as it turned out.

I was not equipped with any reading material and the battery on my phone was losing its power. As I sat there, I began to think about what I could do with all that time. The person I was keeping company fell asleep. There went the opportunity for conversation! I was able to get my hands on a pen and a few pieces of paper. Without a second thought I sat down at a small table and began writing. In a short period of time I had written two blogs and an essay I would be using for a contest.

This is something anyone can do. Using your circumstances for creative thought or embracing an opportunity to connect will only enhance your SPACE.