Just hearing the word causes my OC side to cringe.
Living amidst clutter can drive me to distraction.
And yet at present my desk is buried beneath an avalanche of papers, books, and more.
Why is that?
Despite my best intentions, there are times when I can’t keep up, and the piles proliferate.
Christmas came, our daughter visited, and my edits arrived, all in a one-week window.
The bounteous holiday greetings, glossy catalogs, and end-of-the-year financial statements began as a mound but quickly turned into Mt. McKinley.
The decorations are down, our daughter’s back at college, and I’ve returned my edits.
Now I face Operation Muck-Out-the-Office. Thankfully I’ve been exercising daily for the past two months, so I have the strength and stamina needed to mount my attack.
While you’re reading this post, I’m cranking classic 70s soft rock and digging out.
Wish me luck!
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Are you so organized that Mr. Monk would feel at home in your writing area, or would he have a heart attack if he got so much as a peek into your space?
What are your tips for taming the paper tiger?