One of the best things about our house is that my Beloved Husband and I both have a designated workspace. Granted, we share that space, but it is big enough for the two of us. I am grateful that I have this space, particularly since I used to have to work in a tiny little corner of our over-crowded living room in our townhouse. Now we have the space to each have a desk and I have taken full advantage of "my side" of the office. See, I am an "independent historian" and an adjunct. Consequently, I do not have a designated office space. Well, at least one in which I either feel comfortable leaving behind work, or have the room to leave work behind. And, since I primarily work from home now, EVERYTHING is here.
I am in the process of writing drafts of chapters and I have spread my files and notes all over the floor next to me. When I finish one section, I need to refile those notes in their respective file boxes and pull out the next selection. Currently, I am in the midst of utter chaos. Files and more files, piled on top of each other. This afternoon, I attempted to organize, clean up, and generally "put right what once when wrong." (Pardon me for stealing that line from Quantum Leap. I could not help myself.) Unfortunately, I seem to have made more of a mess. This happens with some regularity. I attempt to clean, only to find myself with more piles than when I started. I would like to say that I know where everything is. No, that is not the case. I am only comforted by the thought that I have not thrown anything away and consequently have not lost anything.
As I glance over my shoulder at my Beloved Husband's desk/workspace, I am cheered by the sight of his own clutter. Granted, his is not as bad as mine at the moment, but he also has an office in which he can deposit some of his work. We are not neat-as-pin people. We do our best, but often fail in keeping our house in order, or clean. I often wonder if that is because we are academics or if we are drawn to this life because we tend to be slightly messy. Either way, I do not think things will radically change anytime soon.
For now, however, I need to get organized because the clutter is getting in the way of my productivity. Tomorrow brings a new day and I hope by the end of it, I will be satisfied with the amount of work/writing I have done.
I am in the process of writing drafts of chapters and I have spread my files and notes all over the floor next to me. When I finish one section, I need to refile those notes in their respective file boxes and pull out the next selection. Currently, I am in the midst of utter chaos. Files and more files, piled on top of each other. This afternoon, I attempted to organize, clean up, and generally "put right what once when wrong." (Pardon me for stealing that line from Quantum Leap. I could not help myself.) Unfortunately, I seem to have made more of a mess. This happens with some regularity. I attempt to clean, only to find myself with more piles than when I started. I would like to say that I know where everything is. No, that is not the case. I am only comforted by the thought that I have not thrown anything away and consequently have not lost anything.
As I glance over my shoulder at my Beloved Husband's desk/workspace, I am cheered by the sight of his own clutter. Granted, his is not as bad as mine at the moment, but he also has an office in which he can deposit some of his work. We are not neat-as-pin people. We do our best, but often fail in keeping our house in order, or clean. I often wonder if that is because we are academics or if we are drawn to this life because we tend to be slightly messy. Either way, I do not think things will radically change anytime soon.
For now, however, I need to get organized because the clutter is getting in the way of my productivity. Tomorrow brings a new day and I hope by the end of it, I will be satisfied with the amount of work/writing I have done.
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