Allow me to describe the contents of my desk.
To my left is an iron, a baggie full of almonds, a wine glass with a few dregs of shiraz from over a week ago, a pedometer, my camera, a half-eaten banana, a stack of various credit cards, my Square reader, and the last few Christmas cards I didn’t get around to sending.
To my right: a to-do list for the day, my iTouch, a pen, a role of packing tape, two pregnancy tests (unopened, btw), a candle, a book of checks, a headband, three blank CD’s and a pencil holder full of mediocre pens, a nail clipper and a few scraps of paper.
My desk is a bona fide mess.
Most of the time I’m strangely comforted by being surrounded with all this stuff. Other times, like today, it drives me crazy and I want to shovel it all into the garbage.
But I know better than to do that. The things on my desk are most likely the things that I’m actually going to use/need soon. If it makes it on my desk it has a higher chance of survival than say, the stuff under my bed.
I have this dream of having a Real Simple-esque office. It has minimal but classy decor and only a few useful effects sitting upon a pristine desk. The walls are white or ecru and they’re adorned with a few colorful photos by Little Brown Pen. It’s from here that I compose witty blog posts and tweets, make friends on Facebook and thank my customers for their many purchases. I think that will always be something of a far off dream. Maybe I can produce that kind of content, but the desk? I wonder.
Today’s to-do list contains several items, one of which reads, “clean off desk, yo!”
Wish me luck!