Safe zones

Life can be stressful. The complexity, ambiguity and surplus of information is overwhelming. Emotional pain hits all of us, one way or another, and we each collect the scars of life. So when things are at their worst we need reassuring things, places, people. We need a safe zone. Here's one of my favourites.

The east (main) entrance of the British Museum at night with an inky blue sky

For me, the British Museum was a museum, yes, but also a library, study room, office, café, and more. It was a rich environment for the senses and mind, yet also a place that could afford space to switch off. So for me, leaving London wasn't just about moving forward to a new job, it also involved leaving safe zones behind. And a place such as the British Museum is near impossible to replace.

Do you have safe zones you can go to? Do you even need to or are you someone who can just plough ahead?

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