The Art of Living

Today, I am what I like to call "slim-pickins."  I didn't sleep well, woke up late and let my typical routine go to hell in a handbag, over and over and over and....well, you get it.  Everything is just doing it's own little thing, in it's own little way and I'm sort of trailing along behind it.  It only really got pickly for me as the afternoon waned on and my task list began to explode with, primarily, the heavily creative work.  I sat at my little desk and felt like the formica version of myself.  I looked around at the fax machine, copier, color printer, giant laminator and stacks of weekly sales logs and thought, I gotta get on up outta here, if I'm gonna get this genius to grow.

So, I picked up my trusty mac and hustled into re:mix.  Parked self down on bright green chair.  Kicked off shoes.  Put feet up on giant, cushioned ottoman.  Here, I sit.  The music is rocking me-Annie Lennox is soulfully covering some of my favorite songs that were, heretofore, not favorite's.  The sun is shining through our giant windows and doors and I feel recovered.  The crazy day virus that infected my system has been thwarted.  Thank you to re:freshed space.  This brings me to my point.  Space is just SO important, sometimes.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a whimsical sort of personality, so I can cook up a little creative most of the time.  But when it's been rough, when my vibe has run dry, when the spunk I so rely on to feel fiery, each day, turns to funk, I need beauty.  I need art.  I need air, light, clean, fresh, bright.  It all comes down to energy, really.  When my energy is low, I look to space to renew me.  I mean, we're all taking up space, right?  So, it may as well be more about renewal and less about, well, bad lighting and the creepy, incessant whining of the technological multiplex that can tend to consume most office spaces.  

I'm so lucky and so blessed to have found myself in a place, in a space, that is, ultimately, all about renewal.  I'm so fortunate to have discovered myself as an authentically energetic-minded person, and I'm even more grateful that I have found the right kind of places and people to help me manage this aspect of myself.  

We have these names that we use to define each corner of our little palace, at aloft:  re:fuel, re:fresh, re:mix, re:charge, etc.  We have tried to make it easy for you-we use our words and our language to speak to the truth of who we are, what we need and what we want to continually offer-a revived, invigorated experience of life, an energy-infusion on a grimey day, a space to seek solace in the art of living.