Organized chaos at its finest.

I'm not going to mention any names, but one of my powerhouse friends, who owns her own business, who serves on a few boards, who tirelessly fund raises for the most worthwhile causes, who never misses a beat with all of her kid and family stuff, who does more in a day than most of us do in a week and who walks into a room and looks like a million bucks,  even in her freakin' workout gear, has a home office that would make any person with the slightest hint of OCD throw a panic attack.

"Don't look at my office" she says, "I need to clean it".

She's been saying that for ten years. The truth is, I don't think she can clean it. She knows where everything is in that watch where you step haven. If she organizes it, it might affect her work mojo.

I'm beginning to think that we all need a little "clutter".

You should see the the inside of my car. I have Granola bars in there from 2006.