Charlie's Uncle Paul came over to hang out yesterday so I could get some grown-up stuff done.
My original intention was to go to the library to work on my thesis proposal. Then I realized that I had far too many books to realistically be able to make the trek to the library. So I decided to work in our small office space at home. But it was a complete disaster, and I knew if I tried to work in there, I'd get nothing done.
So I cleaned it out. And discovered what a nice space it is once the chaos has been removed.
While I was cleaning, I found $20 in a birthday card. Score!
It made me feel really good to have a few hours to myself to get something done. It also felt really nice to unbury the room and reclaim the space for myself. I spend so much of my day with Charlie (not complaining, just sayin') and I don't feel that I really have a place that's mine. I didn't realize how much I needed a small space for myself until yesterday when I sat in the newly cleaned area and listened to silence.
It felt wonderful, especially at the end of the day.
I'm blogging from my space right now. It's the best kind of buried treasure. (And the $20 isn't bad, either!)