Do you have a clean desk? I don't. No matter how hard I try, my desk always ends up piled high. But my mess is organized chaos. I know what each pile represents, and, more importantly, what's in it.
I admire people who don't consider their work finished for the day until they have a cleared-off work space. But I've come to accept that I'm just not one of those people - I operate successfully with paperwork piles. (I'm also an email hoarder. The idea of a zero inbox chills my very soul; I can't tell you the number of times I've needed a years-old email.)
My tolerance for a messy desk is a bit of a puzzler given that clutter in other parts of my life drives me batty. In particular, kitchen clutter puts me in a very bad mood. And an unhappy cook is rarely a good cook.
Whenever I feel a bit embarrassed about the state of my work space, I thank Einstein for his messy desk blessing.
“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?