Now that I do have a few moments (or, really, a whole bunch of them) to breathe, I'm finally ready to clean off my desk at home. This thing is a major mess. C found a new (to us) desk about ten months ago; it's a lot longer than our old desk and I have one small spot in the middle carved out for my computer and sometimes a notebook. On either side (and on the windowsill behind it) I have stacks of stuff. Papers, magazines, jars of tea, really old planners.
So I'm ready to start taking a little time each week to clean stuff out, clear stuff off.
I just shredded a TB test consent form I filled out for a job I took eleven years ago, when I thought I needed to be working and I really didn't. At least not where I was. And I didn't stay long. Instead, I moved into my current line of work.
I also threw away a planner from that same year. I see another one buried under a stack of stuff on my right (just on top of a spiral notebook I bought even more than eleven years ago...).
Slow and steady wins the race, right? Or something like that. I just need to go through a little bit each day (and never pick up anything else again - le sigh).
[I wrote the above seven days ago. I haven't dived back into the mess yet. Ah, well.]