Although I haven’t yet gone camping since I moved to the Pacific Northwest, I anticipate my future experiences with it and how it brings me further inspiration and unlocking understandings of myself.
A safe space doesn’t ask or require an individual to be at their best, rather only that you’re present, aware, and bring forth your creations “that ain’t half bad”. Perfection is not required when improving yourself.
I find “Camping” surrounded by the importance of self-acceptance with self-image. After struggling with my body and queerness for so long, I still find ways to better myself daily from my own external and internal struggles.
In one’s safe space, there is freedom of expression for “strutting down the runway” or to “make a meal that ain’t half bad”. One can experiment with their own crafts whether they pay off in the long run or not. It could be a hobby, a place, or something in between. For the speaker, it’s camping. For myself, it has always been writing and poetry, especially in the comfort of a quaint coffee shop, which I am forever grateful for.
What is your safe space? Your forever escape?