I’ve been working out of the same office for almost two decades.
And not once have I given it a full design update.
What I’ve done throughout the years is simply add.
I’ve added more and more art to the walls, shoved more and more files into my one cabinet, pinned more and more pictures to the more and more cork boards that I would buy…
And over the past few months, for the first time in those almost two decades… I felt out of place.
…Like where I was working, my office, was no longer accurately depicting who I was, what I was about, and what I wanted the impression to be.
And so this weekend, I gutted it. And I’m re-designing and re-organizing it from the ground up (with my sister’s help). After the work I put in tomorrow, I’ll have invested upwards of 24 hours into this project.
And you know what, I can’t wait to get back in there and keep working on it. Because what I’m doing isn’t work… what I’m doing is evolving in real time.
…And it’s finally rippling outward from just me and into my workspace in a way it never has.