I put together my desk yesterday. I am so impressed with myself that it may take me some time to recover. I had absolutely no confidence that I would be able to get through it. I cleared my afternoon of appointments and obligations, and sat myself down with the directions, feeling the stress-level rise. I kept breathing on through it.
And I did IT. I actually have two more minor steps to complete the whole thing, but I actually did it. I put together my desk.
I am thrilled about it. I cannot wait to set up my work space. And it’s so much more satisfying because I put the whole damn thing together.
I felt so butch and so cool. Surrounded by tools and piles of screws and nails.
