Have you ever got to the stage where you just can't work in the space that's always been your preferred workspace? I've been there for a while.
Some background information:
Finally, I'd had enough, but I still didn't know where to start. Luckily, I have friends who have lots of skills I don't. I enlisted help.
Yesterday, I spent the day in my office, alternatively flitting from one end of the room to the other saying, "I don't know where to start", throwing things out I haven't used in ten years (am I ever going to use these pens that ran out of ink three years ago?), and gasping at the colour of my desk (I haven't seen it in a while).
My friend was ruthless. The first time I held something I liked but had never used and didn't know what to do with it, she smiled, patted me on the back and held out her hand. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll find somewhere safe for it." I handed it over.
And she tossed it into the charity bag.
Once I'd finished hyperventilating, we got back to work. We're not finished yet. I have homework - things I need to sort through in the next two weeks. Then she'll come back and we'll impose more order onto this part of my life.
I'm not comfortable with it yet but I can see the potential. Already, walking into my office isn't something I need to build up to. This is going to be a good thing.
E E Montgomery
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