Surrounded by Papers
I am not merely a messy desk person. Such people dwell in the minor leagues. No, my productivity is supported by a messy office. Books on the floor and sofa. Files hidden on the desk. Notes to myself taped up in various places.
That's my home office. My regular office is more orderly - thank God for project boxes - but still messy. Clients have to tolerate a certain level of eccentricity. Several have expressed approval.
Now if I had a cadre of handlers who could snatch away this item and file that one and always be nearby to fetch and tote, I might consider the clean desk approach but even that would be a ruse. I also fear the tidiness might inhibit a creative process that is fueled by having a stack of management books intermingled with ones on philosophy, history, and politics and by seeing bunches of papers that serve as constructive reminders or alarm bells.
Of course, there is a limit. It is time to file and organize when papers cannot be readily found or when the mass begins to foster depression. Until that point is reached, however, I can operate very well in a paper forest.
It is reassuring and I like the trees.