An inch of growth will always surpass a mile of inaction.

Jöölai 15th, 2026
I might have fixed a problem today, I’m not certain just yet, but it’s possible.

It’s no secret I love my room. Thanks to my husband, I’ve got two hanging mounts for these guitars I never play (we won’t talk about it), a corner dedicated to a hanging beehive pendant with enough stringed bees floating from the ceiling to make it look absolutely spectacular, shelves for plants and little momentums, and so much extra wall space to fill with any art I decide to throw on there.

I love my room.

The only thing is that my husband likes to sleep in and sometimes that makes it hard for me to live a little before work. I’d like to do things like practice with Pam (my handpan), join study halls with my sister (and use my webcam), crank up some music and dance, film a Youtube video, the list goes on.

I’ve entered this stage where my life is so much louder than it used to be. I absorb music, I talk more, I make things, do things. It’s a new identity I’ve stepped into and there’s so much about it I wish to explore.

And the last thing I want,
is to disturb my husband’s sleep.

So lately, I’ve been sucking in all the noise like I used to suck in my stomach back in sixth grade (ifykyk). I’d wait for my husband to finally leave the room before I let all the sound pour out of me like a running faucet; I’d hold it in and the problem with that is, eventually, I started to think he was holding me back.

It’s not his fault, he’s not a morning person, I’d tell myself. And some days, that’d be enough, but other days, it was a harder battle to win.

And I know what you’re probably thinking, just go to a different room, but I—
I just—

love mine.

So of course, like a mature spouse, I told him my problem, and he took it like a champ.

Just kick me out, he said, so nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a problem. He even told me to do all these things with him in the room as if it wouldn’t interrupt his sleep.

A champ.

But I was hoping for a better solution. One where I wouldn’t have to kick out the love of my life every morning — because honestly, who wouldn’t feel guilty about that? — or one where my awkward background wouldn’t throw me off (imagine hoping on a zoom call where you see a sleeping body in the back, come on).

I appreciate his support, but I needed another way.

And I think I might have just found it; my son’s room.

Part of the reason why I get up so early is because I have to take him to school, a blessing and a curse for sure, because on one hand, I get an early start at the day, but on the other hand, some days I wake up when I’m just not ready to. Regardless, his room is left empty practically all day.

And we’ve kept his room pretty minimalistic up until now; no extra furniture besides his bed and a stand for Alexa to play rain sounds on, but that’s it. I understand how boring that might sound but ultimately, it’s both for the sake of cleanliness and mindfulness. Lots of color and things can make a room personal and intimate, absolutely, but it can also transmit a lot of noise, and I worry that since he’s such a lively kid, anything has the ability to distract him and keep him awake.

But on the bright side, that just means there’s so much more room for sound to travel and echo; perfect for me and Pam (hehe).

All of this to say, I might have found a solution. I can’t say for sure because I definitely want my room for my computer, my blog, the background for my YouTube channel, zoom calls — huh, the more I go on, the less confident I feel but I suppose it’s a low-cost discomfort on the grand scheme of things.

Sometimes, solving a problem doesn’t always begin with the right answer. Sometimes it begins with simply trying a different room.

All it takes is that first step to get a better idea on where to take the second.

So, what about you? What’s your first step?

Think about it.

Cheers,
B.