Yesterday I left the office to go to work. I needed physical distance because apparently the office has become my playground (school metaphor), and I'm falling behind in my studies (actual work).
My computer has become my water cooler (work metaphor) - the place I go to connect to people.
The reminders I have about work that needs to be done (notes on bulletin board, piles on desk) have become a nuisance, so I tune them out and hit the playground or water cooler (combining school and work metaphor in same sentence).
I used to work from my bedroom (yep, that's the feng shui romance section of my home - sure doesn't live up to it's billing), but it's a s*#t - hole now. Repository of decluttering confusion: this bag is for charity, those boxes need to be sorted through, those books are going in the attic...
So, the bedroom is out - can't work there (can't WALK there, for that matter). There is no other room in the house that doesn't serve as Grand Central Station intermittently through the day. Therefore, I had to leave the office to work. At least until my brain is reconvinced that the office is not just a water cooler/playground, but can also function as a work/study environment.
I got dressed as if I was really off to work and headed to the library, which just might become temporary Square-Peg-People headquarters on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. They've recently added sofas and comfy chairs, so it feels like Barnes and Noble now. Except Barnes and Noble is quieter. Much quieter!
Library personnel were discussing travel adventures behind me somewhere, and though i was at work I couldn't quite tune them out. There I was - at work - and in someone else's watercooler. But it was wonderful - just the diversion I needed - and I got plenty of writing done! Woo hoo for shaking things up!!