I’ve been itching to reconfigure my home office again.
I mean, it’s been almost a year, so why not?
I last moved everything around, and I do mean everything, to get ready to do virtual Santa visits last season. At the moment, I’m not planning to to virtual sessions. At least not to the extent that I did last year.
It’s true that I’ve spent most of the last forty-seven years of our house arrest in this room.
Don’t get me wrong. I love it here. I have all of my stuff, my theater stuff, my art stuff, my writing stuff, and lots of books. I do love this room.
I just want to love it in a different way.
True, we’re getting out more now and I’m not spending as much time here. But I’m still teleworking in the day job and that will go at least through the end of this calendar year.
I keep telling myself that if I didn’t have to find a place for the work laptop and files that I’d be fine the way things are. But that would mean I’d be back downtown every day.
I mean, I love my office downtown. I have one of the best views in the city.
The struggle is real. The question is whether it’s real enough.
That’s the way it is in most things in life. We say we want to change. But when to we get to the point that the status quo makes us uncomfortable enough to actually do something about it?
The pool at my gym is closed for repairs this week. Don’t @ me, Karen.
Where was I?
I’m not sure I’m yet uncomfortable enough to make major changes in my home office. I’ve considered redoing the shelves to set up a static Santa background, as opposed to a green screen. I’m looking at that because children are tech savvy enough to recognize virtual backgrounds and call you out for it.
The question then becomes what to do with the rest of the stuff.
It may not spark Marie Kondo joy, but I like having it around.
Much like Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentlemen, it’s got nowhere else to go.
Quite frankly, the whole setup question is one of the reasons I opted not to do much virtual business this year.
One day, in the probably not too distant future, I will reach my limit and pull everything out and reconfigure this space. For now, as long as I can gripe about it occasionally, I’m comfortable in the organized chaos.
That’s sort of the way life is, isn’t it? There are things we don’t like.
The question is whether not liking them is enough motivation to make a change.
That’s a heavy enough question to ponder for a Monday.
What do you want to change?