I spent the summer creating my "safe place." My T is really big into meditation, and has been trying to get me to do it. I find it hard to shut out the world and do just that. I sleep in my office in the basement, on a futon (which I've made to be quite comfortable, might I add.) But it's too busy. Pictures everywhere, knick knacks, just a very busy, uncalming place. Next door is a spare bedroom that's not being used unless my dad and siblings come to visit. I decided I was going to take over that room. I'm not a green person at all, but for some reason, that's the only color I could think of...and I had a certain shade in mind (kind of an olive green). We also had a beautiful bronze brass bed given to us that I knew would look excellent in there. This was going to be my safe place, and probably my bedroom too. So I got painting. Then I decided I wanted a "cave-like" feel to it, so I painted the ceiling the same color. It is now finished, bed set up, things hung on the wall, and I love it. It's my sanctuary. And, as I suspected, there are a couple of people who didn't agree with my painting the ceiling the same color, but it gave me the exact.... ambience....I was looking for. It can be dark and cave-like, or I can open the curtains for some light. I would like to put a chair in there yet (for reading), and I have two matching antique dressers in bad shape that I would like to refinish. Once done, they will look amazing in there! So, I've created my room. It's quiet, not busy, and calming, and it's my own safe zone. My other safe place is on a horse, or out in nature..... or by the side of one of a few close friends.