On this day devoted to gratitude, I hope you find your heart is overflowing with thanksgiving. I am grateful for my family, friends and for you, dear reader. We will spend the day enjoying family, eating too much food and later a hike. Somewhere in there will be the obligatory nap in front of a… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
From a very early age we are taught to judge feelings. Anger is bad. Happy is good! Emotions are neither good nor bad. They just are. How we USE them though is where the power lies. We are emotional beings. It is part of our existence as a human. Fear, anger, love, joy, shame –… Continue reading Taskmaster or teacher?
If people could see the thought bubbles floating above your head while you are supposedly listening to them, I suspect that, like me, you’d be embarrassed. Maybe even horrified. Don’t ask me why, but there is one childhood memory that sticks in my mind. Maybe it’s where my neat nick habit began. Three of my… Continue reading The clutter in our heads
When one crinkles their nose at the cost of an organizer, I know they are likely not ready to get serious about their clutter. What I find curious though is how they overlook the price the clutter is already costing them on a daily basis. Storage unit rent, time, valuable items that are buried under… Continue reading The cost of disorganization
When I drive past a gated community, I often feel a twinge of sadness. It reminds me of the growing gap between the haves and the have-nots. It also reminds me of our human tendency to hang out with people who share our socioeconomic status, opinions and blind spots. We create our own realities and… Continue reading Gated lives
It’s no secret that I love dumpsters. In my work as an organizer, few things delight me more than seeing beautiful, wide-open space where there once was clutter. Dumpsters make this possible. All that clutter’s got to go somewhere after all. Of course, I can’t take this analogy too far as I am aware of… Continue reading Emotional dumpsters
I didn’t remember the collision. Didn’t hear the sirens. The “Jaws of Life” cutting me out of the mangled Pontiac. The cries of my injured friend. Or the gasping sounds of me fighting for breath. The ambulance ride or the sounds of the life-saving Emergency Room activities went unnoticed by my unconscious self. I do… Continue reading When you wake up in an ICU