|My office view.|
|Always, a bluebird.|
against principle, doesn't it? I don't know. I'm just not one of those adorably messy artists who pace floorboards dotted with a rainbow of paint blobs, or rustle amid leaning towers of papers, only to pull out the right one. Eureka!
That kind of creative chaos looks delightful and romantic to me, but I can't work that way. I've got folders, lists and bulletin boards. I like a deadline. I like to know where I'm going to be at 2pm.
Yes. I'm one of those. My theory is that there's so much swirling chaos and so many thoughts competing for attention in my head, that if I had chaos on the outside, too, I might just implode. Or, you know, I need therapy. Whatevs.
Thought I'd give y'all a glimpse of my shared office space - the one that's OUT OF THE HOUSE. Go ahead, wrap your head around that little nugget. I get so much more done here than at home. There are no piles of laundry here. Neatly-folded piles, that is.