Congratulations! You just won a dream dinner date in a prize contest – everything included, including your A-list celebrity of choice for company. Just open the door and let them in while you wait for your friend to arrive. Simple, right?
What if you only had a half-hour’s notice? Would your home be presentable ….. without having a panic attack? (because of course you say yes to all inclusive dinner dates for you, a friend, and your celebrity crush)
A presentable home is adulting, the fear that a stack in a wayward closet will topple you is decidedly modern.
Tough love coming your way.
The clutter, the mess, the clothes you never wear, the junk drawer you hate, the crowded living room with the extra storage containers?
That’s all on you. You.
(Now, if you live with others, it may not be JUST you. But you have control over a fair portion, so focus on that.)
You are perfectly capable of trading an episode on Netflix for a closet clean out. You are perfectly qualified to know that you are NEVER going to wear that pair of pants, or fix the torn shirt.
It’s stressful to be reminded of the huge fight you had with your sister every time you wear the orange dress. It’s stressful to not be able to find the shirt you just washed because you have to push through everything else.
What’s not stressful?
Reaching into your closet knowing that you love every option and the only thing to stress about is whether the thunderstorm will hit before you get back home safe and dry.
No need to have complication just for complexities sake. Everything you need, nothing you don’t. Less to get in the way or trip over means less stress.
“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage – to move in the opposite direction. – E.F.Schumacher”
You have your own brand of genius. So whether you simplify your closet, your social calendar, your inbox, or your unrealistic expectations – enjoy the peace that comes with it.
And if you happen to win the celebrity dinner sweepstakes, enjoy the moment!
Katie calls Richmond, VA home with her husband and all the furry, four-legged creatures he and municipal code will allow. She has spent years bringing her anxiety under control, learning to trust her intuition, and dreaming of a world where people live in sustainable harmony. She is addicted to popcorn, avoids wearing shoes, should do yoga but doesn't, reads non-fiction for fun, and reluctantly gave up caffeine in search of peace. Just don’t ask her to give up sugar (read: ice cream).