June 7
Made it home from my mom’s this week. Good trip.
And now I’m straight into packing mode.
We move into our new home a week today. Rick is out of town all week, so it’s just me and however many boxes I can wrestle into some kind of order before he gets home Friday night. I’m not going to overthink it. I’m starting with the office and working outward from there.
Soon I’ll be writing from the new Quiet Rebel Headquarters across town. That part I’m genuinely looking forward to.
A poem for moving week, from Derek Walcott’s “Love After Love”:
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door
Here’s to whatever threshold you’re standing at.
June 14
Today is moving day.
I’m surrounded by boxes and thrilled about all of it. We’re finally getting into the new house, and I’ve been looking forward to this longer than I let on.
The part I’m most excited about is the work side. I’m lucky enough to have a proper office in the new place. And right beside it, a room I’ve started calling my analog room. No screens. A place where I get to journal, think on paper, make a bit of a mess, and do all the creative things that never quite happen well in front of a computer.
I’ve wanted a space like that for years. Somewhere the ideas get to arrive before they have to become useful.
August 9
Sunday morning, and I’ve been thinking about rooms.
The new house is finally starting to feel settled. The boxes are gone, and my analog room is slowly collecting the things I want close by: paper, pens, a few books.
The best rooms make it easier to become more yourself.
What would you keep in a room with no screens?
Life first. Work optional.It’s your business, your energy and your rules.