The camera guy had the film rolling. The newscaster place the microphone underneath my nose and waited for my reply. The adrenaline rush was intoxicating. It was my moment on the big screen. Well, the local TV station anyway. “I will quit fighting with my brother!” There. I said it. “And back to you in… Continue reading Resolve to make this resolution
A friend of mine asked me awhile back – “When is it time to pitch stuff?” I’ve thought a lot about this question. It’s a highly personal and emotional question so I don’t take this lightly – especially since my friend is in his 8th decade. And it’s not a question I’m going to presume… Continue reading When is it time to pitch?
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
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