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Welcome to my office!
This is the tiny place where I strive for big things with bigger love (hat tip to Mother Theresa). It’s a desk box that hangs on the wall between a tall window and a taller pile of books. And yes, the work surface flips up to hide all the bits.
Every time I open my office I give thanks to IKEA, the patron saint of small apartments. To me, my desk represents clever design and an appreciation for small spaces.
The black & white painting inside is actually my laptop standing on end, supported by a thin bungee cord. The papers underneath are my Lift Off Retreat artifacts and the Big Bright Bulb master plan via Charlie’s wunnerful planning tools. These are the center of my work universe…everything revolves around them.
But the things in (and on) my desk are what urge me to get work done. I’m finding that it’s not enough to know what I’m doing, I need reminders of why I’m doing it. I need stuff to touch and hold and read and wonder on and nod at and talk to.
