It's a blessing.
It's a curse.
I wake up, make lunches, ship the kids off to school and then come home.
Around me I see my bed first and foremost.
My "office" is a desk in our bedroom.
There's just no other place for it in our teensy house.
So my dilemma becomes, bed or desk.
Should I get a few more winks, or should I check my email?
Then I wonder into the living room.
TV. All to me.
My shows recorded dutifully on my DVR just waiting for me to press play.
TV, a few winks, or write some blog posts?
Then there's the kitchen. Unlimited food, drinks, snacks.
Should I eat, sleep, watch tv, or throw out some travel pitches?
There are so many distractions at home although I'm all alone.
I often wish for a real office. Outside my home.
It would drive me a bit more, motivate me a bit more.
It may get me out of my PJ's a bit more.
My hair may get done outside the classic ponytail or tucked into my signature black hat.
Downside about an outside the home office....rent.
On top of our mortgage.
Yeah, probably not going to happen.
But, maybe some day.