i love having a desk again. i always had a desk throughout my childhood and into college. it was my place to sit and write (read: google best-dressed lists or stalk blogs or watch netflix while i painted my nails). it was my place. brandy had her own little corner in her own little chair and i had my desk.
it's taken me almost three years to realize why my writing has suffered. it may sound dramatic (and it probably is), but in losing my desk, i lost a little bit of myself. i didn't have a special place to write so i didn't. i can feel a void when i don't write. i know exactly what is missing every time i feel like i'm not moving forward. so i finally did something about it. hopefully having a big piece of furniture staring me in the face every day will help me get my act together.
so here's to fresh starts in february.
here's to clean, white desks and using nap time to write instead of shower.
here's to doing what makes me happy.
here's to finding myself again.