As I rush in the morning to make my son’s breakfast and pull myself together, the light that streams through the white window shade creates sunbeams on the table that feel like a promise I’ll soon be able to enjoy in that calm space.
And placing the chair next to the window means I finally take full advantage of a view that’s beautiful to me—Manhattan backyards, a church steeple, and a six stories-tall tree that’s goes from full and green to fire-orange leaves to snow-covered branches.
It’s become my favorite spot in the house, and I’ve been markedly more inspired and focused; creating a nice place to work made me give the work itself more respect and attention. My 3-year-old, who loved nothing more than to bound onto the bed when I was working there, even understands that sitting in the chair means business. So much so that he recently plopped himself down there and, pecking at the laptop, announced, “I just need to get a little work done.”
The changes were so small, and took so little time and money, but have had a truly positive impact on my daily happiness. A friend touring my room for the first time said of the spot, “I love a cozy moment.” Me, too. I feel lucky it’s mine.