The big move
Last week, I had to move my office.
Yes, I finally had to move out of my bed and on to my desk outside my bedroom. I resisted for a long time. But, well … my butt started hurting from the way I was sitting in my bed (I didn’t even know that was possible).
I know I’m not going to get a lot of sympathy, but doing my work in bed was one of my favorite things about working from home. Now I sit at a desk just like everyone else.
And you know what? It’s actually OK. I don’t have to move my work stuff every night so we can go to sleep. I don’t waste a bunch of time trying to find my pen lost in the folds of my bedding every time I turn to look at my books. As I would go through my research, I would have to keep moving my books, notes and computer around again and again.
I have separation between work and non-work. When I was working from bed, I would take a break by looking up weird stuff on the Internet. Now, I get up from my desk and practice yoga or change the laundry or fix myself a snack.
I feel like it’s much healthier and I know I’m more productive. But I’m still a little bitter about giving up the opportunity to stay in bed all day.