I love the phrase foolish productivity. The basic idea behind is that you can spend more time preparing to be creative than actually creating things. I probably love it for all the wrong reasons, as it justifies my slovenly, disorganized existence. I don’t have time to make everything neat and tidy, dammit! I’m an artist!
Eventually, though, even I get fed up with out with the mess of my apartment and decide to clean things up. It’s a necessary evil that I have to address every once in a while.
I always think that the high-entropy state of my work space is okay because “I know where everything is,” but every few months I’ll tidy up and every few minutes will be yet another, “Oh, that’s where that went.”
Yeah, I uncovered a lot of great stuff during the great clean-up of last weekend.
I was doing that last week, except it also involved moving into a new office space. BLECH!
Yeah, not much fun but necessary.