A Place for Brilliance

This is my new desk.  Well, alright, it is actually a fold up table with a table cloth on it.  But, it works great as a desk - lots of space.  This is my new favorite place in my apartment.

This weekend my mother helped me turn my guest room into my bedroom and my bedroom into my guest room/office (thanks mom!).  This was done for a couple of reasons.  Mostly because my lovely down stairs neighbor keeps her television on after I go to bed and her bedroom is/was directly below my room.  I would have to lie awake until she went to bed (though the truly depressing thing is she usually turns the tv off about 10pm and that is still way after I go to bed.  Oh, did I mention she is 91?).  So, I decided to move into my guest room which is on the other side of the apartment.  It has the added benefit of being away from the street noise as well.  I am sleeping way better.  But the truly great thing?  I now have room for this oh so special place in my life!

A desk has always been important to me.  I remember getting one in my teenage bedroom and loving it.  When I moved into my dorm rooms in college every year I spent a LONG time setting up my desk and making sure it was just right.  Oddly enough, I didn't have a regular desk in seminary but I eventually got an old-fashioned secretary that I loved.  When I moved into my office here in Maine, it was really important my desk be just so.  There is just something about a desk for me.  And now I have one in my home, and I am totally addicted.

I love to be creative.  I love to think.  And I  love to be productive.  All of these things, I believe, correspond with a desk.  And mine is even better.  It sits in front of three windows, so I can contemplate the universe (well, rather the street in front of my house, but whatever).  When I sit at my desk I feel like I can accomplish whatever I put my mind to.  I feel smarter and more sophisticated.  My creative energies flow.  No longer do I have the excuse of not having a place to write.  I am convinced I have a writer's soul and now I have a place for that soul to find home.

Or this could be just because I am a huge nerd.  Perhaps its the same thing.  But as I sit at my desk, look at the window at the snow fall, have Boomer curled up in his new bed at my feet, I feel as though I could write the next great American novel.  I have surrounded myself with items that draw me outside of myself and into the creative realm.  I love it here.  If this post is starting to sound like a bit of a love letter, I apologize.  I must be in a love poem kind of a mood.

My hope is for everyone to find a corner in their world where they can express themselves.  For some it is a comfy chair.  For others it is the kitchen.  Some have workshops or craft rooms.  These are all wonderful.  And for me, it is my desk.  I feel centered here.

This evening, while sitting at my desk, I will be working on my next installment of the Old-Fashioned Book Report!  This one will be really old school as I talk about a great book but also do some historical research on the setting!  Come back tomorrow!