Tale of 11 Toothbrushes, Purging and Motivation
My day started, but I was in a rut. Coffee failed to provide the spark I needed to be Mr. Motivation and crank out a “Good morning!” that didn’t sound like I was a death row inmate about to take the Green Mile, or a Cubs fan—whichever is worse. I tried taking a walk, but that didn’t do it either. OMG! It wasn’t even 7 a.m. and I was already having a bad day!
Breakfast was next. Then a shower. And as I reached for my toothbrush, I stopped, stunned and puzzled by what I saw: There were 11 toothbrushes in my bathroom. Eleven! I tried to think of 11 people who brushed their teeth at my house and couldn’t. Next, I tried to think of 11 people who brushed their teeth. Nope.
Without hesitation, I threw out all but mine. As they hit the wastebasket, a tiny rush of adrenaline went through my system. I actually felt a tiny little bit better seeing the clean shelf. God, I hate clutter!
After dressing for the day, I went downstairs to my office. Approaching my workspace, I had the same thoughts I’d had whilst considering the excessive inventory of toothbrushes: I HATE CLUTTER!
So, since there was a sizable time gap between that moment and the day’s first coaching call, I decided to go postal on my desk and power purge the unwanted mess. After all, the enthusiasm to be creative just wasn’t there, so what else was there to do?
Now, I am not known for my adherence to the rules of neatness when it comes to my office. More than one person, upon seeing my surroundings, has called 9-1-1 to report a break in. So needless to say, this was quite an undertaking. But armed with a leaf blower and a waste basket big enough to hold Trenton, NJ, I took on the task of determining the color of my desktop.