By: Revanche

Finding my motivation again

August 23, 2010

I wrote about my Blahs recently, and I’m glad to say I’m on my way out. I hate being disorganized and muddled, and even more than feeling behind, I hate the feeling that I’m not doing something.  Stagnation bites.

After some reflection, it occurred to me whence this bout of stagnation hailed.

A big part of my sense of home stems from dedicated personal space.  Don’t get me wrong, PiC and I have plenty of room, and share well for the most part, but I still need a corner with all the accoutrements of office space: desk space, a printer/scanner, a home for the laptop, somewhere I can put my feet up when I’m writing.  I’m a nester, I don’t need a lot of stuff, but I do need a comfortable cubbyhole. Like a pup and its kennel, I’m happiest when I have a writing (bill-paying/internetting) cave.

When I first moved in, I spent several hours fussing with the dang Epson trying to get it to work but failed miserably.  Then I was caught up in the whirlwind of a new job.

Days, weeks and months passed.  New investments, new mail, new accounts spawned paperwork which just piled up.  And piled higher.  And higher.

*shudder*

I can’t believe it took me this long but I got back on the horse and did the one thing ostensibly under my control: I wrassled with the printer/scanner for hours until it’s pretty much installed on both laptops wirelessly.  “Pretty much” because the scanner’s still not working on my computer but still, it’s two steps ahead of where I was before.  With any luck, at least I’ll be able to scan to PiC’s laptop.

Step two will be scanning and shredding or recycling all the documents that are just collecting dust.  I have a feeling that I’ll breathe much more easily once that’s been accomplished.

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