About a month ago Wiff and I moved up a floor in our building. Our new place is larger, which means we each get dedicated workspaces. Pretty cool. [If you’re a work dork.]
The thing is, “work” for us is “fun” because we’re both doing what we love. She’s an author/lifestyle blogger and I’m a website designer/cookbook author/stand-up comedian. [We do it all for the slashes.]
I’ve always loved minimalist workspaces. Even in college, my desk had nothing on it [including homework].
When I had a “normal” job, it was almost a point of pride to have nothing on my desk. I judged people who had pictures of their families [unless it was just the dog]. I even got rid of my company phone.
My desk has a few more things on it, but they’re all functional.
Wiff turned me on to bullet journaling. Each page in the bullet journal has a matrix of dots and nothing else. No droplet icons to track how much water I’m drinking, no “write your daily aspirations here” boxes [that always remained empty], and certainly no motivational quotes.
Since there’s no extra baggage – none, really – I’m free to design each page how I see fit. I’ve settled on this for my daily/weekly journal format. I use it in conjunction with a cube timer [spoiler alert: next section] to track where all my times goes.
This little guy goes off every hour, reminding me to write down what I plan to do for the next hour. So when it goes off at 2pm, I write “edit blog post” [read: make a drink]. And then I edit that blog post [make a Negroni].
If my home was on fire and I had to save only one thing, it would be my computer. [I’d of course run back up to make sure Wiff and Dog made it out okay!]
To hold the Apple Thunderbolt Display.
Wiff bought one of these for herself and, after having to listen to me pine for it [our desks face each other] she bought me one.
I was recently turned on to fountain pens. And I will never go back.