Working in retail, I never got the whole back to the office issue. There is no downtime over the holidays, you are pretty lucky to be getting 2 days off together never mind nearly 2 weeks like my sister did this year. She’s in a nursery not an office but you get my drift.
Then I built my own office at home c/o the kitchen. As a first office went, it was pretty basic. Minimal accessories and space but a kettle to hand and all was good with the world. A short while later I relocated. I upgraded my desk, invested in some extra furniture and equipment and for the past few months, I have been happy in my new space upstairs. Sure, it needs a lick of paint and a bit of freshening up, but 2018 is my year for overhauling everything so that is on the cards.
It’s been a little while since I’ve sat down in my office. I’ve had a little clear out and tidy up. But, my rule of leaving my laptop at my desk and only working from there seems to have hit a snag, I say as I type away on my knee in the front room. I get it now. The back to work thing. Even though my ‘office’ is in my bedroom at home. I’ve got a feeling it will be next Tuesday now when Olivia is back at school that I use it again. I need to try to get back into the swing of things. Right now I just want to put things off as long as possible.
Avoid the little walnut coloured desk that homes all my paperwork, my laptop and printer. The pot with all my pens in and the marble desk calendar that still reads Dec 19th as that may be the last day I sat down there. The matching unit behind it with all my photography props and other bits and pieces like my planners and diaries on. The desire to park myself in my white swivel chair and spin around as I tap my foot on the button to turn on my floor lamp is gone.
But what if when I spun my chair and flicked on that light it wasn’t just to brighten up my little corner office? What if as I spun myself back around, past the magnolia coloured walls towards the desk, the light that shone brightly behind me illuminated something else? Somewhere else? Like one of those stories where something simple transports you to another time and another place?
I mean we’ve all been there haven’t we? Daydreaming that we are a million miles away from our desk and somewhere that wasn’t there. I have. Still, do some days when I can’t get my head out of the clouds and into where it should it.
Where Would You Go?
As I rummage around on the bottom shelf of my unit for that exact prop, for the perfect picture, it’s not there. Further and further in I lean in, my arm tapping on the wooden base, feeling my around for the thing I so desperately need. Reaching back as a look of confusion furrows my brow. What on Earth? Only, I stretched a little too far, my curiosity getting the better of me as I follow my now adventurous fingers into the back of the unit. Over I climb. Past the knick-knacks, glassware and flowers I recognise. Under the walnut shelf, I varnished to take it from the tired looking laminate oak effect to match my existing furniture.
On I go as I squeeze my way through all the debris wondering where I am going when suddenly I’m falling. Down and down, like Alice and the rabbit hole before landing softly on a pile of the softest, most luxurious cushions perfectly designed to house a fully grown adult and cocoon them as if their lives depended on it.
I glance around and take in the sight before me as my eyes adjust to the bright blue skies overhead. No clouds, no rain, no miserable January and absolutely no bed behind me I notice. My head spins as I try to figure out where I am.
I know this place, I know I do, yet I can’t quite put my finger on it. It is the stuff of dreams. Me, alone and the unmistakable sound of silence. There’s a drink next to me, on a table with a book and a tray of snacks (there has to be food right!). I can hear the lull of waves in the distance and I know I am somewhere good as the warm rays of the sun caress my body. For the first time in a long time, I am relaxed. I can feel my body melt into the cushions as a sigh of relief leaves my mouth and the confusion makes way for a smile as I close my eyes and just stop.
Where Would You Rather Be Than Your Office?
I would absolutely 100% prefer my office to be somewhere quiet, relaxing and just calm. As long as it is warm, I don’t really care. As a busy single mum with a part-time job and keeping on top of the blog, life gets crazy sometimes and there just aren’t enough hours in the day. So if my home office could take me anywhere, it would take me somewhere to relax. Maybe a health spa located in somewhere like Barbados where their only job is to wait on stressed-out mums hand and foot! Wouldn’t that be worth heading to the office for!
Furniture At Work has produced this infographic of all the different places you could visit if your filing cabinet was your own ‘Office Narnia’ where would you go to be far away from the humdrum of day to day office life?
*disclaimer: a collaborative post*