{"id":2456972,"date":"2020-04-09T08:15:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-09T14:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/?p=324022"},"modified":"2020-04-09T08:15:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-09T14:15:00","slug":"asher-on-aspen-making-shelter-in-place-a-sanctuary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/asher-on-aspen-making-shelter-in-place-a-sanctuary\/","title":{"rendered":"Asher on Aspen: Making shelter-in-place a sanctuary"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Rear View Of A Young Woman Choosing Cloth From Shelf<\/strong>
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When I was a kid, my father built me an art desk. It was a makeshift station constructed out of leftover plywood and I was allowed to paint the exterior however I pleased. My parents recognized my love for art at a young age and they gifted me this desk as a creative outlet. This little 15-by-17 desk was my sanctuary. I would spend hours on end there making every arts and crafts project you can imagine.<\/p>\n

I was a crafty kid and I always felt the need to be making something with my hands. Whether it was scrapbooking, journaling, drawing, painting, or making jewelry \u2014 I did it all. I would spend hours organizing all of my art supplies and making my space look as neat and tidy as possible. I can still vividly remember this desk as the place I would resort to whenever I needed a little \u201cme time\u201d away from my three older sisters.<\/p>\n

These days, as a fully grown adult, I find myself still seeking that organized type of haven that I yearned for as a child. I have never really had the time to transform my apartment into the desired oasis that I always dreamed of. Now, with the mandatory stay-at-home orders, I find myself nesting in my home moreso than ever. I am taking delight in organizing and decorating in the way that I always dreamed.<\/p>\n

My friends all know that I suffer from a serious self-diagnosed condition of FOMO (fear of missing out). It\u2019s difficult for me to stay in on a Friday night and it\u2019s almost impossible for me to pass up an invitation to indulge in a social gathering. Now, for the first time in my life, my FOMO has subsided dramatically. There is simply no fear of missing out because no one is doing anything. It\u2019s a wonderful feeling, really. Since I can\u2019t be social anyways, I certainly might as well invest the time in making my house a home.<\/p>\n

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