My desk is piled high with books with note tabs sticking out of them, newspaper clippings, recipes, random “notes to self,” appointment cards, and an overflowing in-box.
Today is the day that I’m determined to sit here until I create some order out of chaos. So, of course, I’m writing this blog instead of attacking the piles. Actually, I haven’t been as faithful to blogging as I once was, so maybe this counts as getting organized.
My most productive time is morning. Once I leave my little home office, I rarely return to it with the enthusiasm to go though all of the saved items that call for my attention. So far this week, every morning has included an appointment or necessary errand that called me away from home. Nothing on the docket until 1 P.M. today, so the desk it is!
The thing is, I’m normally a very organized person. Except for my desk. Maybe it’s because this is my personal space where everything that I want to save to think about later gets dumped.
Had to smile at a memory. During my commuting days, my car was my office on wheels. It was my breakfast table, and my back seat stash of books and papers and extra sweaters and coats. My dashboard of post-it notes, and glove box of extra napkins and pens.
Given a choice, I’ll happily stick to my office with its messy desk.