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