In a post exactly a month ago I wrote about my newfound discipline of leaving a clean desk at the end of every day. The closet is still a nightmare, there are various piles around the periphery and my bookcases look like a mini-tornado went through. The desk is the discipline - for now.
Part of the challenge was that I would post a picture of what it looked like when I walked in today, March 14th.
It ain't pretty, BUT...
it is a bit unfair and here is why. My fellow pastors will back me up when I say that Sunday is also known by another title: Dump on the Pastor's Desk Day.
For the past month I have stuck to the plan and cleared off the desk. This Sunday I did leave some things on there albeit in piles.
Monday is normally my day off, but instead I had meetings starting at 5:30 and ending at 10. I stayed a bit late, but I was wiped out and actually could not keep my eyes open any longer.
So this morning I walked into my office and it was not pretty... and then I looked at my calendar and it said: Desk Picture.
So that is the picture - raw and uncut.
It took me an hour to get it back to this. It took me that long because I followed the only touch a piece of paper once theory and I actually worked through the piles. And yeah, I am pretty proud about that. You will also note that that the 'Does this pulpit make my butt look big?' tank is on the computer screen.
Duh.In a Lenten post I wrote this: I decided to join Leslee at Fresh Cut Flowers and cut down on my home computer time. This means no blogging or reading blogs or checking my work email from home.
Here is what I have learned:
- It is VERY HARD to not check my work email at home.
- If I do not blog at home then I blog at work and truly that is a not a good use of my time. It is much better to be at home and once The Boy is in bed and TDH is doing his thing then blog.
- It is STILL a major challenge to not check the work email... it is as if it is calling me.
Admittedly I have put on a few pounds. My solution? Get pregnant again.
Alas, it did not work and now I am ready to admit that a distaste for getting on the elliptical trainer is not a good reason for getting pregnant... no matter how strong that distaste is.
I was on there for 40 minutes today. It felt good - the elliptical trainer that is.
Well, I was all ready to post triumphantly about how I and my laptop with its wireless connection were on the couch, but I did not get the power cord disconnected and reconnected in new place in time so I am, in fact, back at the dining room table where I have always been.
Phew, that felt good. I feel like I have been gone forever!