His style is to have books and papers and interesting objets strewn everywhere. And that has its charm, but lately the expression of this style has gotten a tad out of hand. There's a finite amount of floor space, after all. It's an office for psychotherapy, not an Office Max.
I'm impressed that he's plunging in. Especially on a Sunday afternoon. It takes a surprising amount of spunkiness to pick a part of a mess and start organizing. Very easy to instead sink into reading some stray item, or do some other pressing errand "first."
Just told him I was blogging on this subject. He was so deep into the sorting that his upcoming fame wasn't of great interest, though he absent-mindedly assured me he didn't mind. A good sign. Makes me want to clean something up too.
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I spent 12 hours yesterday cleaning out my tack room. It was long overdue but I enjoyed it, for the most part. It's so clutter free now, almost like when we first moved in.
What a feat! Becoming famous and self-actualizing at the same time!
What's amazing to me is how strong the impulse is to procrastinate about activities that wind up being so satisfying.
Yay for Billie and the tack room.
I'll check with Bob tonight, Greta, to see how Bob's dealing with this new level of fame.
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