I have, hanging over my desk at work, a calendar. I don't really write on it - it's just there for reference and looks. This year I chose one that included works by Impressionist artists. My favorite is Degas.
For some reason, I always connected to his paintings, particularly the ones of dancers. They seem to show a fascination with movement to me. But not just movement - also that graceful pause in the arabesque, the moment before a jete, or just a break to allow the prima ballerina her solo.
I think that's why I like them - they remind me to slow down. To pause. To take a moment to savor and point out the anticipation of things to come and appreciate all that is now done.
I think after I move my cube that I'll bring in another Impressionist calendar for the new year. And a nice china tea cup to use in my pauses.