I recently moved into a new office, in a new building. I moved from a window office to a windowless office. I do like my new office. I like the shape of it. And, it is in a quieter, less trafficked area than my former office. Before, I was right outside the main lobby doors, which were consistently in need of W-D40 and hinge replacements. Now, I am tucked away, at the end of a peaceful hallway, while being in comfortable proximity to interact with my co-workers.
I would be lying if I said that I did not miss my
window. But, even more, I miss my windowsill!
Because, I had a long, wide, pretty windowsill to display my knick-knacks! Upon hearing the news of my move, I knew I would
have to de-clutter. My new office is smaller, and smaller office = less stuff.
I am a bit of a pack-rat, so this de-cluttering, de-knick-knacking practice was
not exactly my idea of fun.
My new office has no windowsill to display my collection of miniatures, so I decide to divide my windowsill objects into two camps: Beloved, and Oh-So Beloved. I loved all of my objects. Some, more than others. I resolved that I would allow myself to keep my oh-so-beloved items, but must, or at least seriously consider, disposing of my beloved-only items. And, I did it! Well, if you can consider “disposed”, a bag of beloved items sitting in a garbage bag on my bedroom floor, then yes, they are disposed. I just haven’t found the stomach to rid myself of them, yet :)
My new office has no windowsill to display my collection of miniatures, so I decide to divide my windowsill objects into two camps: Beloved, and Oh-So Beloved. I loved all of my objects. Some, more than others. I resolved that I would allow myself to keep my oh-so-beloved items, but must, or at least seriously consider, disposing of my beloved-only items. And, I did it! Well, if you can consider “disposed”, a bag of beloved items sitting in a garbage bag on my bedroom floor, then yes, they are disposed. I just haven’t found the stomach to rid myself of them, yet :)
So, I kept my miniature VW Bug (love the colors!),
my rocks, and my Target Copy Color Pallet book. And, of course, I kept my Himalayan
rock salt lamp. It purifies the air, right?! Whether it is from the Himalayas of India, or Himalaya Georgia, I’ll never know,
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me, my windowsill, and my rock salt lamp |
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vrrooommm... |
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