365 Days Working from Home

Everyone around the globe is reflecting on the past year that has elapsed. It is like a New Year's celebration, and the forming of a new marker with which we will measure our future years. For me I am reflecting on the fact that it has been 365 days since I started working from home. This time last year I was filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety and the best coping mechanism I could come up with was stress releasing, somewhat ill humor.

Diaries of a Foisted Home Office thankfully did not have to endure much airtime but my identification number #32520 will remain a day that I now can proudly look back on with my head held high.

Today I am glad to have the privilege to be able to work from home. I am productive, no longer uneasy about the situation, and I have gained a stronger sense of self worth as part of my working-group. Plus, my blood pressure is lower. Working from home suits me.

My desk has under gone a few changes in the last year. The most recent change was we switched rooms between our master room and guest room. The master room is now where our small full bed and my office reside. This room has a larger southeast facing window, and offers more space to move about during the day.

We are expecting guests this summer so this change is a win-win. Our guests will get to sleep in the queen bed in a tidy room, and we will take the smaller full-size bed. It will be like the good-ol’ days before we upgraded to the queen bed.

Onward and upward, as some aspects of our lives move forward with a sense of normalcy, and I continue to work from home.

Day one working from home.

About a week later we converted the small table into a standing workspace, and I retrieved my full computer set up from the work building.

By the end of summer my husband bought me a large standing desk that will be converted into an artist table when I retire.

P.S. this photo was taken after work hours.

New office setup in the larger master room with the nice window and more space.

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Brightness

 

The reflective brightness of the sun on a spring day in Anchor-town give us hope that soon we will be seeing green in place of the white.

Bring on spring and all the glory it can muster.

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Change in Beliefs

 

When I was growing up I was told that because I was an only child that I was selfish. For years I lived in this belief, making others thoughts of me become reality. One day I began to question what others thought they knew about me. I took a long hard look at myself and those around me. What I saw was I am just like everyone else.

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Ol' Man Winters Last Hurrah

What are you seeking little birds? As you flit around the tree branches in the blustery snow. Surely the last of the fall seeds have been eaten, and the bare limbs have sparse shelter to offer you. Yet still you gather among the birch and peck at the branches. You fluff your feathers and guard yourself from the wind, best you can, all the while chatting between yourselves in your cheery way. I am glad that the winter storm has not kept you away from my view, and am filled with joy watching you go about your morning tasks.

A snow storm rolled into Anchor-town yesterday and has proven itself worthy, leaving several inches of fresh snow to be blown around to every nook and cranny. Somewhat of a welcome sight for me, even though most would wish for the green of spring to hurry up and get here, I have always enjoyed Ol’ Man Winters last hurrah.

Spring is sure to arrive. We will ride bikes in the sunshine and take hikes in the rain. But for today I will watch the snow blanket my view, swirl amidst the trees, and the little birds perform their song and dance.

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It's About

It's about satisfaction. It is about the crunch, the feel, and the flavor. It's about knowing when enough is enough. It's about slowing down, and about tasting the textures that are on your fork. It is about sensing when enough is full.

It is about accepting no exceptions. No rule breaking, only eating in the manner that you agreed upon. No snacking, no sugary treat, no buttery croissant.

It is about you. Who you are, and the life you want to live.

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Addie Camp on Whistle Hill ~ for the WIN

 

Addie Camp on Whistle Hill Soldotna Alaska for a HUGE win!

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Spring Semester Watercolor ~ Project Two

 

Spring semester project two titled - Below the Radar.
Practicing bravery. Showing up. Being seen.

Happy end of the work week everyone.

Updated 4/5/21

Artist statement:

Below the Radar

Spring approaches and as the inlet ice begins to break up, a sly raven takes flight to observe the changes. Unwilling to draw attention, our raven flies below the radar in order to have first dibs on any newly exposed treasures.

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Ten Years

 

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