I’ve been sitting in front of computers since I was about 10 years old. In that time I’ve designed a thousand newspaper pages, built hundreds of software prototypes, hacked together who-knows-how-much code, written probably a million words of prose (including two books), dabbled in video editing and audio production, and created a surprising number of spreadsheets 🤔
I’m feeling reflective, so I’ve been thinking back on all those years and all that work. Here’s one thing that stands out: I wasted a lot of time and attention obsessing about my workspace.
For example, at Google, I worked at a desk that was configured for my body by an ergonomic consultant, with display risers and a keyboard tray and a thousand-dollar chair that was set to precisely the right height.
Meanwhile, at home I had an Aeron chair and a desk with a custom keyboard tray that my dad helped me build and install when I was in college. My wife and I have always lived in small apartments, but for years I foolishly insisted on dedicating part of our home to my workstation. (Sorry honey.)
At some point, I started working at the kitchen counter. I sat on a stool and hunched over my laptop. I don’t remember why I did this, but I remember liking it. And I felt that feeling again when I read Stephen King’s revelation about his desk:
“Put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.”
(The link above is to an amazing Zen Pencils comic, but the original story is from King’s book On Writing.)
Once I let go of the perfect workspace, I drifted comfortably into informal, makeshift working environments. When we moved to San Francisco, there was no room for a desk, so I used our dining room table as my workstation.
Meanwhile, I wanted to try a standing desk at the office, so I put in a request with the ergonomics department (that’s a real thing at Google) and got an electric adjustable desk with push-button controls and programmable presets. It was ridiculous.
But I wanted to stand at home, too. I discovered that I could stack a few thick books on a tall speaker to bring my laptop to the proper height, and that became my DIY stand-up desk. It was great.
In 2017, Michelle and I moved onto our sailboat and began traveling the Pacific coast from San Francisco to Panama. My workspace was a compact U-shaped dinette in the cabin of our sailboat (where we also ate our meals). The boat was often moving, even when we were anchored in a protected bay. The Internet was squeezed through a weak cellular connection or a faraway Wi-Fi network. It wasn’t sophisticated, but it worked. From that table, I did lots of editing and writing (and some design work) as we coaxed Make Time through the production process.
And now I’m back in the USA, living in Milwaukee, but my workspaces are still haphazard: I’m writing this on my phone at the airport in Newark. At home, I still work at the dining room table. The other day, I set up a recording “studio” in our extra bedroom by draping blankets over a laundry drying rack and an ironing board. I still use the speaker with the stacked books as my standing desk. I don’t have an office.
Looking back, I don’t think my obsessively crafted working environments enabled me to get more done, or do better work, or spend time on the important things. At best, they helped me find focus more quickly or stay in the zone a few minutes longer. At worst, they were a distraction — an energy diversion that felt productive but didn’t really matter.¹
I’ve been reading Ryan Holiday’s Daily Stoic this year, and the selections for August 2nd and 3rd are about the importance of separating our working environment from our work. Ryan tells the story of a writer who traveled the world, hoping to find inspiration:
“Yet it rarely happened. There were always distractions, always so many things to do — and the writer’s block and insecurity traveled with him wherever he went. We tell ourselves that we need the right setup before we finally buckle down and get serious. It’s far better that we become pragmatic and adaptable — able to do what we need to do anywhere, anytime. The place to do your work, to live the good life, is here.”
When I read that, something clicked: The perfect workspace was all in my head. But the things that did help, again and again, year after year, were also in my head — they’re the mindsets, habits, and philosophies I use to build a daily practice of building energy, finding focus, and making time for the work I want to do.
It starts with motivation: Selecting a daily Highlight to plan my day around. Distraction is a constant struggle — with smartphones, social media, and the news — so I’ve made these distractions harder to access by removing Infinity Pool apps from my phone and logging out of addictive websites. I keep my mental energy high by taking care of my body with daily walks, real food, plenty of sleep, and quality breaks away from screens. And I’ve learned there’s no perfect formula for making time, so I try to Reflect a little every day on what’s working and where I want to improve.
What about you? Does making good use of your time require an ideal workspace? Or do you get a bigger boost from internal factors like habits and mindsets? Where and when do you do your best work? Let me know by replying on Twitter.
¹ I can practically feel the objections mounting, so here’s a disclaimer: My experience doesn’t apply to everyone in every situation. Sometimes, workspace design matters a lot—although my point here is that it probably doesn’t matter as much as you think. And if you suffer from repetitive stress injury (RSI) from using the computer, it’s critically important that you address it. For what it’s worth, I had some RSI issues in 2010–2011 and the solution was not a more perfect workstation but more variety in my working environments throughout the day.