October 15th, 2008

Messy Desk

I need to clean off my desk. The problem I have is that I’m a person who needs to see my projects. While I theoretically know my things are still there when they are filed in folders, I don’t actually believe they still exist. I also seem to have a touching faith that “somewhere on my desk” is a more accurate locator than “somewhere in my filing cabinet.”

The second layer of trouble comes from my need to have empty space in which to work. Something about a clear expanse of table inspires me. Or maybe it’s just less distracting.

Then there is the toxic third layer. That would be the combination of things that are meaningful and things I don’t know what to do with. Yoga cards, the photos for my poem cycle, the box of checks that doesn’t fit in my filing cabinet, a postcard about a comic book I want to buy when it comes out, a notice from the middle school about setting up a password to see T.’s grades, the CD I imported into iTunes and haven’t put away yet…

The truly scary thing is that I know my desk isn’t that bad compared to some. I’ll say the magic words: it will take less than 15 minutes to clean it up.

Here goes…