Have you ever tried to let go of something that you knew deep down you didn't want anymore, but before you even get the chance to put it into a donation pile, a little voice inside your head convinces you to put it back? I can't get rid of that... I know the feeling, and many other women do too. Maybe it's a gift from a loved one. Perhaps it's something you've been storing for a friend or family member until they get a bigger place. Or, it could even be the belongings of a relative who has passed away. What do all of these situations have in common? They all involve other people's stuff….
Recently I had the experience of parting ways with a cleaning service. We were on our second cleaning with the owner of the service, and it appeared that she missed something that I thought was to be included in our service. Hoping to clarify our understanding and negotiate what would be covered by our service, I asked her if she had time for a phone call…
At that moment, I realized I had to make an important choice. Let it go and accept the bleach even though I feel strongly about it not being used, or speak up and ask her not to use it again.
Several years ago, before I started on this journey of decluttering and simplifying my life, I had a very interesting conversation with an acquaintance. She revealed to me casually that the home she shared with her parents and younger brother had recently burned to the ground. "Oh, how awful, I’m so sorry!", was all I could say to that. "Yeah, but it was kind of a good thing, too." She said. "We needed to start over."
Recently I was catching up on season 3 of Netflix's Queer Eye. The hero of one episode, a young father named Robert, lives in a suburban house with his fiance Jamie and their three children. ***SPOILERS AHEAD***
When you think of organization, does the word "perfection" ever come to mind? As a recovering perfectionist, the pristine imagery of home organization that we tend to see in magazines was part of what intrigued me into figuring out what makes a space tick. My perfectionist streak craved a home that reflected this level of organized perfection. I thought that this aesthetic perfection would create a soothing, peaceful space.