A year ago this month I signed a lease on my photography studio. It's gone so fast I can't believe it. I've been using the studio to shoot and meet clients, but, the truth is, I haven't used the desk much. You see, I have had a hard time climbing out of my comfort zone. My desk has been in the same office with my husband, Frank and his accounting firm and my bookkeeping/business management practice. It's like an old shoe that fit and it's been comfortable for me: Familiar, known and reliable.
The plan has been that I would move all year. But today, well, I've been evicted. The lease is up and I was supposed to be in the studio a few months back. I have been working on making the studio PERFECT. Reality is that things evolve and are rarely perfect. Yesterday, I boxed up my stuff and put it in the studio. Today I worked on things and collected all my pens and pencils that went astray in their box that contains my belongings from my old comfortable desk.
Today, I worked on my usual work but I sorted papers and pencils. All of the "stuff" to be put away is in the back of the studio waiting for it's spot in the new home.
The office feels like home but needs a lot of fine tuning. I like everything to be neat and clean and it will take a while. But I know I was where I belong when the people stopped all day to look at my images in the window. It made my day when two women stopped to say "How much is that doggie in the window? and could I make one like it of her dog?" That dog isn't for sale, but, I am certainly home,sweet, home, Toto. And I am not even in Kansas. There is no place like home!