A clean desk: Is that what we aspire to? Really?

A clean desk: Is that what we aspire to? Really?

On Friday last week, I posted a story about what the messiness of our desks may signify. In that post, I talked some trash about those people who have clean desks, but I also promised to come in over the weekend to clean my own.

I’m not sure I spotted the conceptual bind into which I was about to place myself.

Sure enough, last Saturday I cleaned my desk—quite well, I’ll add—and now I am in that category of folks I had belittled. Hmm. Bad planning.

Among my promises was this one: I would post a photo of my clean desk. First, here is the original version:

My current desk view (yes, there's a desk under there.) Here's my challenge: I'll post a clean one next week.

My current desk view (yes, there’s a desk under there.) Here’s my challenge: I’ll post a clean one next week.

And here is the new and clean version:

I've achieved desk cleanliness, but at what cost?

I’ve achieved desk cleanliness, but at what cost?

(Click to enlarge both of the panoramic photos.)

OK, I’ve fulfilled my promise to clean, but I feel pretty naked doing so. I just can’t get past my prejudice that a clean desk is an oddity, a tidy cry for help. Give me a little time, and I’m sure I’ll rectify this squeaky-clean problem sooner than you’d guess.

Have a great—and occasionally messy—Thanksgiving!