In many ways I am not a tidy person. Even as a child my bedroom was untidy, although not quite as tidy as people seem to say children’s room are these days. Strangely, even though some people think I am a bit (or very) absent-minded, my head is quite ordered.
Anyway, due to personal and family circumstances, life has been somewhat disordered for the past couple of months and today I decided I would tidy up my desk and sort through everything that has accumulated during that time as well as those things which already needed sorting before that.
I wanted to see my long-lost friend, my desk again.
I started by adding a mark to the whiteboard on my wall every time I filed an item, shredded something or put something out for recycling. So it went I, then II, then III and IIII and finally
Before long my whiteboard was full of
IIII after IIII, the shredder was full and I could see my desk. I also completed a couple of forms and sent them off.
The relief at getting back in control was tremendous.
I am not a fan of filing, but I do like it when everything is in order . . . and when I can see my desk.
And I did still manage a couple of walk with our dog and we enjoyed a leisurely Sunday dinner with a glass of wine, so am ending the weekend feeling unexpectedly relaxed.