When I read Virginia Woolfâs defining feminist essay A Room of Oneâs Own in 2019, 90 years since it was first published, I was on the London Underground on my way home from work. Home was a room I could call my own insofar as I paid my own rent for it. I was already financially independent with a solid six years of experience as a journalist and writer, and had just obtained a masters degree. I was happily living my days reading, watching films and plays, and most important of all, writing. As far as Woolfâs essay was concerned, I had met the conditions that allowed a woman to create, as men have for far longer. And true enough I was writing and doing alright.
I re-read this again as well and it's so inspiring! Beautifully written x
Literally just saw this!! Thank you, Anna!! (I need to re-read and re-apply this to myself.)
I read this once again today and it's so beautiful! Hope you'll share your next one soon x
Ehhh thank you, Megha!!! New one coming soon!