Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday morning. My office is a wreck. Why can't I take a few seconds to shift some things a few inches that are on the floor so I don't have to walk around them? Why don't I spend a couple of minutes to gather all the papers on my desk into one pile so I can move my elbows without knocking something over? Why do I put myself through that? Why do I create that kind if mini-stress in my life?
And why do I pay MONEY for this space and keep it like this? And this photo is just of my desk. You should see what the rest of the suite looks like. Or maybe not.
I bet I'd be more productive if I had an organized space. Or even just a tidy one.