It’s almost September in the Rivertowns. Soon, the days will be very dark very early, and you’re not sure if there’s anything that can help you emotionally. You’re a reasonable adult with a laptop, home WiFi, a recurring payment for a place to live, and a table that seats four-ish, and here you are once again considering whether you need a coworking space.
You do not need one. Nobody needs a coworking space. You also don’t need a second scarf, and yet.
Here are some reasons anyway.
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Your kitchen table is judging you. Every time you sit down to “focus,” it reminds you it has also taken on Thanksgiving, a Lego Titanic, every activity requiring a table during COVID, and that major family argument about the laundry. What have you done with your life?
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The dog has decided he’s attending your Zoom calls. You mute yourself. He does not. He has never once considered muting himself.
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“I’ll just work from the couch for a little bit” is a lie you tell yourself every single morning. By 11 a.m. you are still horizontal, or at least shaped like the L Tetris piece. Ask Kerri Demitrovic (a PT who works out of HudCo), that is not good for your body long-term.
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You cannot be trusted around a window. First one leaf falls dramatically. You watch the entire descent. Then a squirrel runs by, is he being chased by the coyote? Should you just go outside and check? I heard one was on Broadway a week ago, maybe it’s here now. Why are there so many coyotes this year anyway? See — the window is just another thing to keep you from working.
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You have started narrating your own workday out loud to nobody. “Okay, time to make a little snack—” you say, to an empty kitchen, and the empty kitchen does not respond, because it is a kitchen. (The day you respond to yourself using a voice in another octave, that’s the day you click here and join HudCo.)
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Your “commute” is Mel Robbins’ slither technique “to beat anxiety and feel better all day.”
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You keep almost going to that networking thing and then not going. It’s fine. It’s on Wednesday and you went out Monday. You’ll go next time. (You will not go next time. You know this about yourself.)
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You might benefit from having people around to remind you it’s not OK to pick your feet during a Zoom call. It’s possible that it arguably is OK, because the people on the video can’t see it, but dude, gross.
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Elsewhere in the Rivertowns, someone is having a genuinely good day at work, and it is not you. They drinking a cortado that someone else made, next to a person who is not a golden retriever or a leaf, talking about something to someone with a different set of lungs. You could be there.
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Lucky you —HudCo is open this fall. Desks, bookable phone booths, nearby wellness professionals, and kitchen tables that have never once witnessed a Lego-related dispute. Steps from the waterfront park and Metro-North. Come be productive somewhere the coyote can’t reach you.