Well, today's the day. It's time to organize, file, and trash. Time to unbury my office from the mountains--well, the hillocks--of paper. Think of it as a metaphor for clearing out the mind. A useful practice. And, I remind myself, don't forget to breathe. You'll feel a lot better for it.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Clean-Up
It's clean-up day. For weeks the mess has been accumulating. I make notes on post-its, scraps of paper, folded halves of used foolscap and set them aside so they won't be forgotten. They sink down to ever deeper levels in the piles, beneath the bills I have postponed paying, the requests for political contributions and donations to charities, the advertisements and notifications that somehow seemed of interest--but not immediately. Then there are the multiple drafts and hard copies of things I have been working on, some finished, some likely never to reach completion. A jury summons, along with an excuse. A check I forget to send in to the bank. All kinds of trash and treasures.
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Today is my day to go through receipts and otherwise clean up my desk in an effort to get caught up in the never-ending stream of busy-ness. In addition, I'm to ship off 15 copies of Persist to Norton Simon today.
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