I turn the knob, stomach filled with dread. The door swings open in front of me, almost as though it has a mind of its own. I cover my nose at the putrid stench, gagging in dismay. I don't even know how to enter, the floor is a maze of shin-banging, foot-piercing mayhem. It is ... my office.
Yes, like most people I have that one room in my house where all the clutter seems to accumulate, and that room is the office. It's become the dumping ground for all things without a home and an utterly unuseable mess.
Don't want the dog to get into the garbage? Put it in the office. Have useless old furniture you're not ready to get rid of? Put it in the office. Have no idea what to do with this random object? Office. Important looking papers? Office. Recycling? Office. Art supplies? Office. Sanity? Definitely not in the office. This is no place for sanity, just pure dreariness.
When we first moved in I had such high hopes for that grotesque horror of a second bedroom. It was supposed to be my writing retreat, my fortress of solitude. (Superman reference. Solid). I had visions of a distinguished desk and library, complete with rich burgundy/red walls. Unfortunately, with only one window the burgundy/red makes it less of a fortress of solitude and more like the bat cave (that's right, I went there), by which I mean cold, dark and musty. The desk is overruled by papers badly in need of filing and an ancient desktop computer so unwieldy that any attempt to use the internet results in total shut down. The whole room is a disaster.
But not anymore. I've decided to challenge the beast. I will clean my office, paint it and turn it into the writing retreat I've always dreamed of. Because I'm awesome.
This will not be an easy task. That room has been the bane of my existence since we moved in over three years ago. But I am determined. And strong. And awesome. I will keep you posted on my progress, possibly even posting some before and after pictures if I'm feeling brave enough. Stay tuned!