A new bad habit has recently entered my life. I have a bench at the kitchen table which is “mine.” I like it. It came from a thrift store where the owner would not negotiate at all with me. Thus, it was highly unusual for me to even entertain its purchase! However, I really liked it. I probably had “that look” in my eye. Savvy salesman.
The bench has undergone two different transformations since I’ve had it. It’s now a distressed grey look, quite charming. It seats three, so it’s rather long. Friends have squished on there with me and in a united effort, pulled it in for dining. I fit on it lying down and have found it to be quite comfortable. Here’s the problem.
With just me sitting there, I have taken to putting my iPad, journal, noise-canceling headphones, grocery and to-do lists, unread newspapers, clipboard with my poetry, and recipe cards on the right side of the bench. I begin the day there sifting through emails and listening to lectures with the headphones, not subjecting the household to my actions. (Bonus points!) I post my blog. I glance at the to-do list which still only has two things crossed off. I sigh and move on to find something more entertaining to do.
Last night I cleaned “my desk,” but it looked so sad I brought it all back this morning. I guess my new goal will be to tidy the space before retiring for the day. No sense fixing what works?
