Most people who know me casually think I'm a well-organized person. If they only knew! In all honesty, I am organized in some areas. My herbs and spices are arranged in alphabetical order. Every cent I spend, owe or receive is entered into a personal money management software program. The clothes in my closet are grouped by color. The towels in the linen closet are arranged in neat stacks according to their size and color. The books on the bookshelves are arranged by category (more or less). The problem is, these areas are little islands of order in a sea of chaos. Open a cabinet door in the kitchen and with the exception of the neat little boxes containing the herbs and spices, you are liable to be buried in an avalanche of various bags and boxes of foodstuffs that have been stuffed in wherever they would fit. Laundry baskets full of clothes that need to be ironed or folded are permanent fixtures. And we don't even want to go into the files of documents and photographs on the computer containing heaven only knows what. I keep intending to tackle some of these problem areas, but am overwhelmed by the enormity of the task and give up without accomplishing much.
Which brings us to my messy desk. Or rather Einstein's desk, as shown in this photograph taken by Life Magazine photographer Ralph Morse the day Einstein died. The photo and several more previously unpublished photos are featured in this Time article. Einstein is quoted as asking, “If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?”
So I will leave you with a picture of my desk. I will no longer worry about it, because with this level or disorder, I must be one of the most creative people in existence! And believe it or not I know exactly where and what is buried in that chaos.