for as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a desk. 👶🏼When I was a toddler, my father (📚 an English professor) 🔨 built me a captain’s bed and matching desk 💖 both trimmed in bright pink 💖
and as I moved along in life, wherever I went, I had a desk
that is, until recently....
I’ve been working remotely for a few years now ~ without an office or any desk to speak of.
and remote working most often finds me at the kitchen table, in a cafe or library, or occasionally, at a friend’s office
SO my laptop is scarcely ever
on my lap
but in and around London this past week, was another story 📝📝📝I took time between sessions at this year’s WRBM editorial conference to edit the day’s Cosmetics Design news in a hotel lobby 🚊🚊🚊 I wrote several beauty business articles sitting on the National Rail commuter train 👩🏼💻👩🏼💻👩🏼💻 And while ridding on a double-decker bus, I wrote & researched & outlined & analyzed 🌊🌊🌊 I got a bit of work done sitting on a bench alongside East Dean Road (which runs along the sea, just South of the city)
🎨🎨🎨 I had my computer on my lap outside The National Gallery, checking email and chatting with colleagues to clear up CMS issues
✈️✈️✈️ and of course (as you know from my IG story) there was time online in Gatwick Airport, sending out Friday’s newsletter ❓❓❓
As you may have guessed ~ I’m quite at 🏡home in an office of my own. Given the choice, I’d take a seat at a tidy & well-appointed desk ☎️🕰✏️✒️✂️📎🗑📕over a seat on the commuter train any day (perhaps we have Virginia Woolf & my father to thank for my sense of entitlement)
nonetheless ~ I’m perfectly enchanted by (and substantially wiser) for visiting so many spaces and places beyond the confines of my 🚧comfort zone🚧