They say your physical environment is a direct representation of your mental state.
My desk looks like a bomb went off.
Someone I work for just returned from a two week vacation.
Before she left for that vacation she loaded me up with to-dos
which I subsequently filed & forgot about.
Which she subsequently called me out on via email.
And as a direct response
I'm cowering like my dog when she craps on our couch.
Reaching for the phone and retreating because my ways of phrasing
"I have no excuses."
"I've become disorganized."
or
"Your wheels don't squeak when you're away on vacation."
don't seem good enough.
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