A Sea of Paper

messy deskI’m past my week mark for updating, but I figure crossing as many time zones as I have in the last week must have earned me some slacking points somewhere.

If it were possible to drown in a sea of paper, I’d be near the end of my life.  In making an attempt to create some order in my house last night, I went through piles and piles of paper . . . envelopes from bills I paid on-line, expired coupons, notes, addresses, junk mail, just plain old stuff.  I did a good job of throwing things away and about half filled my kitchen trash can.  There were things I didn’t know what to do with, so I stuck them in a box and will most likely throw them away another day.  Then I came to work this morning, and realized I have at least as much sorting and tossing to do here as I did at home.  Address lists, post-its with random phone numbers, articles, DHL envelopes, drawings from my nephew and some TCKs I work with, pictures, to do lists, and all sorts of other obscure information are taking over my office.  I’m so glad they gave me a bigger office last year.  If I were still in the other office, someone would have to send a search party in to find me.

On the bright side, I’m consistent!

Oh—really, truly, that’s not my desk in the picture.

Photo courtesy of John Lambert Pearson

2 responses to “A Sea of Paper”

  1. I used to have a sign that said “A messy desk is the sign of a creative mind.” I might still have it . . . maybe it’s on my desk.

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