Neat people believe that a clean desk is the sign of a well-ordered mind. Messy people think that a messy desk demonstrates the resident’s vibrant creativity. Everybody rationalizes their habit into virtue. Me, I’m a messy person who aspires to be orderly. Actually at this point, I would be pleased merely to get stuff off the floor and have some space in which to move around. Hence, it’s time to tidy!
I got a book — because that’s how I roll — have an ambition — there’s a book for that! I’m reading “the life-changing magic of tidying up” by Marie Kondo. The author has spent more hours of her life endeavoring to make this a tidier world than I feel is strictly necessary, but let’s just say that it’s also the bonafide cynosure of her expertise in the topic. (I don’t think she’s ever heard of entropy.)
My dog will be happy because at present she cannot enter my studio, a circumstance that causes her to stand at the entrance of it and pout ostentatiously. There are simply too many things sitting around that can catch onto a dog’s tail, thence to spread pigment everywhere as the tail wags. But when I get things in order, she’ll be able to assume the much coveted role of official studio dog.
So, we’ll see how it goes. Marie Kondo assures her reader (and their canines) that the effects of her instructions are life transforming. I stand ready to be transformed!