I love my office. I feel so lucky to have it. I have two big desks. I can see trees, grass, flowers, and birds from three windows. I have a comfortable couch that turns into an even more comfortable bed.
The room looks especially fresh and bright because we just painted the walls and ceiling. We had to move a lot of stuff out to do that, and when I put it together, I chose only things I was sure I wanted to keep. The rest is in another room where I’m gradually sorting through it. I can’t believe how much cleaner and clearer the room feels: I get a warm open feeling in my chest every time I walk in. It is a lovely positive example of my HSP environmental susceptibility.
But even if the room weren’t sparkling like this, I would still love it, for one simple reason: it is mine. [Read more…]