My brother sent me this video this morning. I watched it several times and LOVE it. Who watches a movie about desks several times? Me. He also asked me a question: Is the desk a part of the person or a piece of the room? For me, it’s a long story. Most of my life growing up I had a desk, a desk that I used often. My parents bought it for me when I was probably 8 or 9. I used it all the way through college. It was stained with paint, ink and scratched from various art projects. Then I moved. I didn’t take my desk with me and didn’t really have a desk, a desk that I LOVED until now. Of course I had desks at my jobs, but they didn’t ever really feel like MY desk, they just felt like a piece of furniture that was passed down to me by my predecessor. I never made “those” work desks my own. 2 months ago on my 33rd birthday, my husband gave me a desk. I desk I adore! He also gave me a room to go with it. He transformed our guest bedroom into my office. It is perfect! It has a place for my dog, a place for my daughter to play and my desk. I immediately stacked magazines and books on the desk and went to work. For the first time in a long time I had a place. I place of my own. I place I could write, be creative, read, learn, and do anything else I wanted. I love my desk and I love my room. About a month after my birthday, my father came to visit us and we had to move my desk to our bedroom. I still love my desk but I miss the room as a whole. I miss having my desk in a room with a place for my dog and my daughter. Now, I would never give up visitors so I could keep my room they way my husband made it, but I miss my room. I miss my place. But as I said, the visitors are worth the sacrifice. To me my desk is both a part of me and my room. It’s a part of me because I feel like I think better at my desk verses a random table. I have noticed lately that I struggle concentrating. In my room, at my desk, I felt I had a clear mind, and I could concentrate again, just as I could at the desk my parents gave me. So, now I raise the question to you: What does your desk mean to you? Is your desk a part of you or a part of the room or both? Is your desk just a place to check your email or a place for you to be creative, learn and create?
What does your desk mean to you?