March 20, 2017

Book Bonanza! (...sorry): Dee's KonMari Adventure


            When I tell people in my life that I’m doing an extreme form of decluttering, I am typically met with one of two responses: “Cool!” and “Oh, God I need to do that so badly.”

            I think that we Americans are well aware of our issues with owning more than we actually need. We know that our basements, closets, and storage lockers are stuffed with things that are unnecessary. When we do dig in and finally do the work to sift through our countless items, and we dump garbage bags full of the things we bought to donation stations, we feel a sense of accomplishment, rather than loss. We know that we have done a good thing for ourselves by getting rid of excess crap.

            I have found that this awareness is hurled out the window when it comes to books.

March 11, 2017

Clothing Chaos: Dee's KonMari Adventure



         
           It has begun!

           Last Sunday (because after saying that Monday was my consistent day off, I got called into work…) I took the plunge and began my #KonMari journey to tidiness, organization, balance and ultimate joy…barf. Okay, I don’t know about that, but I certainly cleaned the shit out of my clothing collection.

December 31, 2016

This Should Have Been a Happy Post About 2016

This should be a post about how my 2016 went.

It should be a post about how despite the multitude of tragic celebrity deaths, the majority of the year was truly wonderful for me. I should be writing about my wedding. I should be writing about moving to Lakewood, falling in love with the city, how we’re considering saving up for a house. I should be making jokes about my baby fever being the Plague of 2016 (well, next to ebola…bad joke.) And I should be posting about how I accomplished or failed to accomplish my goals for this year, and summing up my hopes for 2017; eating better, exercising, maybe a big life change or two.

But I can’t write about those things just now.

Instead, I have to get something off my chest. Something that has been festering within me, infecting my every thought, destroying my appetite, and keeping me awake at night.