So you've found The One: a space to call your own. It's got a great location, the rent fits your monthly budget, and it even has a little architectural charm. The only downside? Its size. And while you knew things would be tight, there's still a moment of surprise when you realize that an amount of clutter that wouldn't make an impact in a larger place makes your apartment look as though it should be on Hoarders.
Due to challenges with the placement of the cover of my new book, Tuck Me In, the printer decided to pull their contract. The email notifying me of this was easily something I could "react to." I was just about to begin one of my bi-weekly Hour of Focus calls and given the nature of the call I chose in the moment to reply to the email with a simple -- please reconsider.
I was in Washington DC at Regan airport at 6:30 AM January 25 standing in the curbside check-in line for my flight to LAX. This was the morning before the anticipated biggest snow fall in a hundred years. The lines inside the airport were twice as long as normal so the freezing cold outside was preferable.
By going through what I refer to as the "backlog" of stuff that has been ignored, compartmentalized and avoided at all costs (Can't have anyone over? Lock up certain areas of your home for fear that someone will see your mess? Blood run cold when the doorbell rings? Then you know what I'm talking about here.) we are bound to run into some internal resistance.