My room is all the way down at the end of the hallway of a 2BR apartment. It has its own bathroom with a toilet and standup shower. The carpet, now partially stained due to shoes and my dog, is off-white.
There are some plain white curtains that don't block the sun very well. I wake up early and the flimsy curtains are party responsible. My family size bed occupies the back corner.
I have two tables, a desk lamp and a window facing a closed street. I also have a standup desk that goes on top of my desk so that I can work standing up. Out of the 2-3 days/week that I work from home (I spend the rest in Regus or at meetings or cafes), I use the desk at least once. Adjusting from the sedentary position takes time, but I would like to be 100% working from a standing position.
I have many quotes posted on my wall. There are about 5-7 quotes per page, most of them hand written. Some of the ink has worn off making the quotes hard to read. I can still read most of them.
"Life is a poker game and odds change." -- Yep, we are in a complex world.
"The memory of great misfortunes suffered is Itself a Misfortune." Why fret over the past?
"Fortune gives many loans, but never presents". Luck comes and goes.
"How sad is he who grows old by worrying" I worry less now, but still worry from time to time. Maybe I can worry less and not get old in an anxious manner. I think so.
"No great man was ever made from fear." Well, I think there are two types of fear. And I try to conquer it every day through my work.
Also, right above my standup desk are two sheets of paper that were for my personal masters program that I designed for myself. The books, textbooks and courses, ranging from physiology, zoology, and evolutionary psychology to probability and systems theory, all have X's next them.
The room swings between pretty clean and very messy. Right now, it is messier than it is clean.
Scattered across my desks are eye drops, dog vitamins, glass cleaners, my Brazilian Portuguese certificate, candles, foot deodorant, loose change, business cards an assortment of books:
The Biography and Works of Seneca (Spanish Edition), Psychopharmacology, Bodywatching, I Claudius, a coffee-table type book I got from a hotel that was on the table of my now defunct AirBNB project in the other bedroom, and my Kindle.
I have a few mini-notebooks that I rotate to take notes on when I'm out and about. Even though I forget to carry them 1/2 the time, slowly but surely they get filled up.
There is a ukelele that I play from time to time rested on a chair.
One of the wall quote papers fell down onto my desk a week or two ago and I haven't put it back up.
What does it say?
"People will always try to stop you from doing the right thing if it is unconventional." - Warren Buffett
In here, there has been plenty of procrastination, agonizing customer-service calls, internet surfing, and self-doubt. There has also been some pretty solid work, meditation, phone calls for work/friends/family, writing/reflection, Ukelele blues, and reading of many great books.
I would love to say that my next space will be a lot cleaner and organized, but I am not sure if that is the case and how necessary it really is.
My lease is up soon and I am not going to renew. I feel it is important to reflect on this space where I spent so much time. A part of me feels that, if I can get my projects where I want them to be someday, a lot of it will be owed to the toil and time spent in this cold bedroom of my apartment.