One thing I’m noticing in this strange “now normal” is the absence of the usual transitions in my day.
Like a lot of workers, I usually commute to my job, which means (in my case) leaving my house, walking to the train station, getting on the subway, switching lines, then walking to my office at the other end. That ritual, and the physical movement, helps signal to my brain and body that I’m at work, and that I’m leaving work when I do it all again at the end of the day.
I don’t miss crowded subway cars, but it can be easy for all the hours at home to start feeling just like one another. So, last week, when my friend Anne Bogel posted 10 of her favorite work-from-home tips, I was caught by the first one: Walk yourself to work.
Like Anne, my “home office” (in my case, my kitchen table) is almost no distance from the rest of my living space, especially since I live in a studio apartment. I only have to carry my laptop a few feet to start working, and that’s not always enough of a demarcation. So I’ve started adopting Anne’s trick. Some mornings, I’ve been going for a run first thing, if the weather and my schedule permit – which feels great and definitely gets me moving before the workday starts. But when it’s raining or I have early meetings or otherwise can’t squeeze in a run, I’ve been putting on a jacket and walking myself to work.
I go around the block and back up through the park, or down the hill and through the nearby shipyard. Sometimes I carry a travel mug of tea, or a clementine, and I try to pay attention: to blossoming trees and sidewalk chalk and my neighbors, out walking their dogs (or their kids). Once in a while, I wave at someone I know. And I usually arrive back home feeling better, and (slightly) more ready to start the workday.
Like a lot of things I’m trying right now, it’s not magic, but it’s helping. And most days, that’s good enough.
What work-from-home tricks are you trying, in these days?
Good to see Shipyard Park. I was on the BRA Charlestown NSY team in the late 70’s. During the summer after we had built the park and before it was open, on weekends I would take my dog, unlock the main gate to the shipyard and move the water hoses & sprinklers to make certain the park grass would thrive. Looks good after these 40+ years.
Oh wow. I love that! A piece of Eastie history.