Over the past few weeks, the desk beside the bedroom window stayed a messy on-site storage for statements, receipts, notes, letters, articles...stuff i was more than unwilling to "process". Finally, one morning last week, with about two hours of shredding and filing, i got it all tidied up - tidied up to the degree that, on the 42" x 22" polished wooden desk top, there is nothing but an 11 inch laptop.
It was an eyesore; it is now a pride.
Turned out that the number 5 somehow "damaged" me, after all. The stats class couldn't have been the only reason, although it is also true that i am never a library person. What i need is exactly a moment like this: cool air through the window, a hot cup of coffee (seldom though), a list of items that i keep crossing out, the actual progress along the chapters and exercises. i need to be fulfilled, i am trying to be self-motivated. Maybe this luxury can help, the luxury of having an open, clean study space all to myself at the beginning of my 5th.
