What if you loved your desk so much, you found yourself longing to sit and work at it?
What’s the secret formula? Only you know. It should be pleasing to your eye, have a place for everything you wish to keep, function effortlessly. It should be a place to allow your mind to enlarge. (Why are our heads round? So our ideas can change direction?) Breathe. Look out the window. See what happens next.
Could we not perhaps devise a desk that would… call to you?