Hey Reader, Years ago, when my son was little, I was deep in clutter—and deep in denial. I think I was an organized hoarder. 😳 Here’s what I believed at the time:
Sound familiar? Over time, I started seeing things differently. I realized: All my stuff wasn’t organized—it was just hidden. And successful organizing only came after I started owning less. What changed? I was tired of managing stuff. I wanted my time back. I wanted energy for my family—not for bins and baskets and tchotchkes. So I started letting go. I decluttered during nap times, evenings, and weekends. I cleared surfaces, emptied drawers, and even got rid of furniture. Eventually, I tackled my calendar too. Because all that excess—stuff and time commitments—was stealing my sanity. A health scare was the final push. I knew something had to change. I needed margin in my life. If you want the full story, you can read more about me here. But I’m curious… Talk soon, P.S. If you answered last week’s packing poll, thank you! The results were pretty evenly split. |
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