Everything is a Mess
My desk looks like an episode of hoarders. Everything is on it and it is a testament to the insanity that I have slipped into.
There are three different types of planners on my desk. None of them work. All of them are less than a third used. There are body wipes from my case management days and residential work days when I didn’t have time to shower and all I could do was wipe down and wake up the next day. There are Clorox wipes everywhere too. A coffee warmer and a coffee cup with coffee still in it. There are a multitude of books all needed and all important and all unread. There are yoga dice, and fitness dice, and stressballs. There is a black panther cup filled with highlighters only. There are pens unopened and opened. There are fidget spinners from different organizations I have worked with and from my own need. There are cards from my husband, past jobs, past friends, and business ideas. There is a lot of hand sanitizer. There are three bonnets for sleeping. There is a wig once worn. There is a box of tea that my husband hates the smell of. There are affirmation cards and artistic card stock which was used for vision boarding.
There is a vision board above my desk mocking me with the word organize on it.
