Do you believe this? Are you the author of your life? Am I the author of mine?
I love my sign. I really do. I want to believe what it tells me.
It hangs above my desk in the corner of our bedroom where I have tried to carve out a small space to call my own and in which I try to work.
Currently my desk is covered in piles. It is ridiculous. It is barely visible.
I guess it is time for me to end this chapter and decide how the new one begins.
Do you have anything motivational in your work space?
Is it working?
Tempered with Kindness 
My Wonder Woman barbie….she works great!
Oh that’s awesome! I actually have something to add to your WW collection. Now that CP is *not* going on strike, I can pop it in the mail with confidence. (kinda sorta. There’s still that whole everything-I-mail-goes-to-Hong-King-first thing to maneuver, but whatever. Keep your eyes on the mail.
May space is the dinningroom table which really doesn’t have a dinningroom to live in as it’s an eat-in kitchen/dinning room combo thing. I need more of a space really
MY space! MY if only I could type.
Understood. I still read for meaning. 😀
I need an office or an attic. I have dreams of an awesome attic space. 😀 Someday, someday, maybe.
My work office doesn’t have too much inspiration around there…but every spare bookshelf and desktop is filled with piles of wonderful books, so that’s nice. I dream of one day when I have a “grown up space” with a home office (that isn’t just my laptop on the dining room table) and I’ll have ALL the typographic prints and poems on every wall. *sigh*