It comes on like a hunger, like my morning coffee addiction, like going without my Diet Coke for a couple of days because it seems like I’m being “good”…it comes on like that inevitable moment of truth when I hop on the scales and realize this activity to start my day is NOT in my best interest.

It’s the NEW YEAR purge of my closets, my collapsible storage cubes and all of those crammed drawers and spots that I’ve made into a holding area over the last year. Turning this clutter back into functional space, no doubt, gives me a sense of reclaimed calm and control.

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What I would like to figure out this time is my relationship with responsibility, order and why do the possessions I’m stashing away feel important to keep at the time….Mental fatigue, perfectionism (avoiding because it won’t be perfect), and/or valuing spontaneity over structure OR Yes…it’s just not a priority in my daily life.

So, here I sit reframing my own mental shaming and should-ing myself. As I dive into the chore, which will no doubt have me musing…I wondered where I put that!!

Until next time….