Today, I found a paperclip, and one that was truly rewarding. The fantastic thing about this paperclip is, and this distinguishes it from all those useless other paperclips laying around town, that it was in my room. Yes. It was here all along, and in my imagination, it was one of the paperclips that I used in my first year of University to bundle the exams and essay before handing them in. In the meantime, I stopped using paperclips and just stapled the stacks (don’t ask me why we used paperclips at first), I went abroad and had a sub-renter in my room, I came back, and now I am procrastinating heavily from writing that Bachelor’s thesis (as you might be able to tell, procrastination unfortunately is a big part of my life)
So I cleaned my desk, because I was sure that once it’s clean and tidy, I would be able to work so much more efficient. I threw away some stuff and sorted some papers and realized I also had to sell this desk at some point. This seemed the perfect time to empty and photograph it.
And when I was done doing that, I decided to throw away some pens that aren’t working any more, as to eventually end up with one can filled with pens instead of two. At the bottom of that one can, with all the ink spots and sharpening-dust, there was this one paperclip.
As if it had been a sign, a riddle in my head was solved, I sorted out all my issues with moving out, moving in somewhere else, moving out there again and then sort of not living anywhere but having to be somewhere, and now it all makes sense, and there is a plan and it’s on a piece of paper and that’s (almost) the only piece of paper on my desk right now, too.
Now that I’ve posted this and put that desk online to sell it and cleaned everything and ate (because cleaning made me hungry), I can finally continue working.
So I cleaned my desk, because I was sure that once it’s clean and tidy, I would be able to work so much more efficient. I threw away some stuff and sorted some papers and realized I also had to sell this desk at some point. This seemed the perfect time to empty and photograph it.
And when I was done doing that, I decided to throw away some pens that aren’t working any more, as to eventually end up with one can filled with pens instead of two. At the bottom of that one can, with all the ink spots and sharpening-dust, there was this one paperclip.
As if it had been a sign, a riddle in my head was solved, I sorted out all my issues with moving out, moving in somewhere else, moving out there again and then sort of not living anywhere but having to be somewhere, and now it all makes sense, and there is a plan and it’s on a piece of paper and that’s (almost) the only piece of paper on my desk right now, too.
Now that I’ve posted this and put that desk online to sell it and cleaned everything and ate (because cleaning made me hungry), I can finally continue working.
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