to-do list

My desk… why is it so darn hard to keep clean? I just cleaned half of it because I knew My Man was going to come down to see if he could hook up some unused speakers. He would have just turned around and left if he saw it two days ago. Already on top of the left side there is a page from Creating Keepsakes I tore out and an empty M&M bag. I admit to putting those there. Ok, I didn’t put an empty bag there; it was half full. Those who visited me to help consume them left: two batteries, one TV remote, a book and a math assignment.

Under the monitor, which is on a nifty monitor/printer holder, I shove anything that Mr M has gotten hold of that is dangerous or toxic. Right now there is a pair of nail clippers. And a bunch of dust bunnies – not that they are toxic. Well, not that I have actually eaten dust bunnies to see if they are toxic. Oh, and there is a pack of beads that have been there to remind me I have to make a baby bracelet for a baby that is now 4 months old. If I put it away, I will forget to make it entirely!

Maybe that is the purpose my desk serves: a huge ‘to-do’ list. On the right side, I have two small piles of stuff. If I put these plus the multitude of other things somewhere, I will never, ever do them.

Listen, I invested in a day planner. I wrote in it, arranged it, wrote some more. I kept lists such as measurements, menu plans, Christmas cards, doctors, book and movies to watch, all inserted in appropriate sections. But I didn’t put to-do lists in it, because if the planner was closed, I didn’t open it. So I got another, prettier one in hopes it would work. This was a nice leather planner. I transferred everything into it. It zips shut. So I really don’t need to open it at all. I have considered making one out of the cool chipboard sarabinders
After all, I have plenty of leftover paper scrapping stuff to churn out a pretty amazing, completely personalized one. I could make some awesome tabs on the edges, and have cool, funky ribbons marking things. But after all that work, I definitely wouldn’t want to touch it.

Thereby my desk has become one massive post-it note. Would it be better to have a clean desk and not do things? Or have a dirty desk and procrastinate? I think I will keep my cluttered desk and let my good intentions win over total denial. And if ever I get lonely, there are always the dust bunnies to keep me company.