A LIfe In Plastic

I've been getting more and more annoyed at how messy my office has become.  I think the annoyance grew in inverse proportion to how little energy I had to do anything about it.

Today the annoyance fed the energy and I started to tidy.  Why do I have three pairs of brown laces and only 1 pair of brown shoes (with perfectly good laces).  Why am I keeping that one black lace? 

What the heck are those keys for?  

A set of postcards from the Beaulieu Motor Museum?  I can't drive....

And why do I never get rid of old tablets?

Or loads and loads of cards - bank cards, Bahnkarten and many others.  Years out of date.

I have my energy back.  I shall get rid of the crap in my office and then all of the crap in my head.

This is a positive thing.  Taking control.  And getting rid of rubbish.