For someone that’s always on harping on her kids to get off their gadgets and go outside, I seem to spend a lot of my time staring at a computer screen. Actually, two screens. I have another one attached to this computer so that I have even more desktop space to fill with screenshots and unfinished emails and documents and files and some sort of random icon that Excel likes to leave lying around.
A frequent expresson of mine is that you can tell how my life is going based on my desktop. If you walk into a room and I close my computer, it’s not because I’m doing something inappropriate; its that I don’t want you to see how cluttered my brain is.
How bad can it be? Here’s a screenshot from today.
That feels a bit naked. Avert your eyes, please.
Screenshots are my problem. It’s so easy to hit shift+command+4 on a Mac and have a snapshot of anything. It’s like my file cabinet back in the day. I would tear an article out of a magazine and stuff it into a “house tips” folder only to pitch it all the next time I moved. Now, stuff just sits on the screen in front of me with some cryptic title like “Screen Shot 2013…4am” until I de-clutter.
That leads to my existential problem. I like to think that I could be a person that lives simply, with little clutter and possessions. Screenshot proves that I cannot. No matter how much I resist, the pull of shift+command+4 guarantees that I will never be free from collecting tidbits of life and trying to save them for future use.
After this post I’ll get a little ruthless and clean off all but the most used stuff from my desktop. It shouldn’t be too hard because I never empty my trash file either. I know I can always find those screenshots later.