Too Much Junk

I opened up my blank page for my writing practice today and this is what came out first:

"I really need to clean up this desk because it just isn't working for me to have so much junk everywhere."

I usually write at my floor table but today I decided to be at my standing desk because I felt like my body needed something different.

However, it became immediately apparent why I usually don't write at my standing desk.

Before I started typing the statement above, I was in full denial that the mess on my desk was any kind of problem. I have place to put my computer so I can work here, so why does the mess around me matter? Well, obviously it does. But the fact that it bothered me was totally unconscious, until now.

I share this because it demonstrates how powerful writing can be to allow us to communicate with our unconscious. Or rather, allow the unconscious to communicate with us. I didn't "plan" to write about any of this -- it's just what started coming out.

I don't know what I should be surprised, with a regular writing practice this happens to me all the time. Almost every major decision or insight begins in my journal. But still, when the thoughts I didn't know were there bubble up and once on paper ring true to my bones, there’s a kind of magic in it.

So now that I've cleared out the junk within me that kept me from seeing how much I don't like a messy desk, I guess I'll be spending my Sunday cleaning off this desk!