Glass Door

True story: my office door is made of glass. It is a completely see-through door. Now, the hallway windows are covered, which is great. But the door is what we are focused on.

I love my transparent door… most of the time. It’s nice to know who is about to walk in after the knock. It’s much harder for people to startle me if I can see them walking towards my door (I am a very jumpy person).

But I have recently discovered that the one time I don’t like my glass door is when I’m writing over my lunch breaks. There is such an awkwardness when one of my coworkers walks by.

You’d think that after being a writer since I learned how to hold a pencil, I would be used to writing in public and not feeling awkward about it. And you’d be right. I have never been ashamed to whip out a journal in a restaurant. Or – when I was a student – to flip to the back of my notebooks to write (I can’t tell you how many random stories I would find at the end of the semester when going through the notebooks for all of my classes). I am even known to bust out my phone randomly, not to text, but to write story ideas in my Notes app.

So, why would I feel awkward about writing in my own office during my own lunch break?

Short answer: I have no idea. If I psycho-analyze myself – which I am very skilled at doing – I’d guess that it’s because the office I work in doesn’t seem like the most appropriate place. But if it is during the time legally set aside for me to eat and take a break, who cares? I’m willing to be my coworkers certainly don’t.

And if I’m being honest, I don’t really care that much either. I’m a writer. As cliché as it may sound, it is not what I do… it’s who I am. So even if it’s a little bit awkward, you better believe I am going to keep writing during lunch. This girl has writing dreams to achieve!


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