Wishing on Eyelashes

I just spent twenty-five precious minutes organizing my desk... it had become a scary mess of piles. The kind of piles that start out with meaning. Someone asks you for a document and you can reach up one pile and over two and have exactly what they need immediately. But somehow that type of order inevitably turns to total chaos...such that this morning when I got in my heart sank... wondering who had dropped all this stuff off and what they wanted me to do with all of it! Of course once I actually looked at what was strewn about I realized that I was the culprit... oh dear.

Anyway, after finally cleaning my desk I started feeling a little overprotective. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't tolerate anything to be out of place. I started fidgeting with my phone cord and my post-its. I became obsessed with order! I noticed an eyelash next to my keyboard and swept it right into the garbage can. And only after it was already in the trash with my fun-size snickers wrappers did I realize how sad that was! I ALWAYS wish on eyelashes. When did my subconscious start interpreting eyelashes as waste as opposed to the three leaf clovers they are supposed to be?

But don't worry--if I've learned anything from the PwC bookclub book of the month (the brain that changes itself) - it's that I can change all this. I can reframe and get back to instinctive eyelash wishing. And luckily with how tired work is making me--I'll be rubbing my eyes plenty and littering my desk with all sorts of eyelashes.