I’ve been spending many hours thinking about how to remodel our upstairs shower, because I want that to be a hideaway.
I don’t want to hide away why that’s so important to me: When I was a child spending too much time alone in the hospital, the private bathroom with a tub, at the end of the long hallway, was really my only hideaway. The rest of the time, I was under the eyes of doctors and nurses, hooked up to a cardiac monitor that beeped out my unusual heartbeat, day and night.
Years ago in therapy, I gave myself the healing assignment of drawing a floor plan of that Children’s Hospital cardiac unit, and the room with the tub stood out as a precious and safe hideaway.
I’m also thinking of how Jerry Seinfeld described the shower as a hideaway:
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Do you see any hideaways in my images for today?
It’s such an amazing coincidence that I’m writing about hideaways on National Hermit Day!
Here’s “Hideaway” by the incredible Jacob Collier:
I can’t hide away my gratitude for all who help me share these daily posts, including YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 
May your remodeled shower by the perfect hideaway, Ann.
Thank you, my friend.
I hope your shower hideaway (love the Seinfeld bit) is every bit a healing sanctuary.
Thanks for this healing comment, Brenda.
That pink shimmery spider is not as scary as a black one, in my opinion.
I agree, Debbie!
My favorite monster is the Creature From The Black Lagoon who only just wanted to be left alone but had its home invaded then got stuck in a series of cages. That raises the question, who was the real monster?
Good question, my friend.
I still have great sympathy for Frankenstein, and I am a huge fan of yeti/bigfoot/sasquatch, who come would consider as monsters.
I am a huge fan of you and your sympathies, beth.
Such a telling memory.
I appreciate your telling me that, Derrick.
Becoming a hermit is really inviting some days! Your Halloween pictures make me wish, however, that I lived in a neighborhood that had fun decorating for the fun of it. Unfortunately, we’re remote enough that we didn’t have even one trick or treater.
It’s always a treat to see you here, Jan.