Seriously, how does this happen?
It starts out all clean and pretty. Everything has a place. There are niches for this and baskets for that and there is absolutely no reason why this room should not stay practical and presentable. But this is what it looks like after three days of scrapping through a list of projects that need to be done by this weekend. And it really does hit me like a frisbee I didn’t see coming.
The first step is admitting I have a problem, right?
This is my desk right now. As in five minutes before I posted this. And no one can say this is pretty or productive in the slightest.
Something has to be done. But for today, showing my messy desk to the world is enough, I think.
It does make me feel better that others have a messy desk—and have also shared it with the world—so I’m sharing some of them here:
one, two, three, four, five, six along with one news column that says I shouldn’t stress about my messy desk. Sigh. Sometimes the internet can just make you feel better.
Go on then. Take a before picture. Post it if you like, or just keep it to yourself.
And you perpetually tidy people? You part comes in tomorrow, when you start to share your wisdom. For today, you can just silently mozy right along. I know you’re out there and I envy you so, but today I gotta bond with the messy desk girls out there. You understand.
xlovesx01 June 2007