Years ago when I worked at a magazine, I had several interactions with a very elusive “coworker.” Let’s call her Margaret. The first time I saw her was when I was leaving the office at the end of the day. I caught a glimpse of a woman in a floral painting on the wall.
Melissa and I spent last week at Niagara Falls in Canada and it was spectacular! I had never been and we did lots of fun stuff that allowed us to see its power and magnificence from all sorts of angles — like behind them and right up close…
I was speaking with a client who feared she had no vision for her life; who retreated a bit when I talked about big goals in my membership community because felt she was the only one who didn’t have any. By the end of our call, however, we determined she had a whole bunch of BHAGs (Big, Hairy, Audacious Goals)!
I gotta be honest with you. I’ve been struggling to come up with any inspiration or insight for you this week. My head and heart are feeling pretty cluttered.
I’m writing this letter on the first official day of summer. The skies are blue as far as the eye can see, the sun is shining, and there’s a gentle, cool breeze coming in my office window. It’s heavenly. Summer seems to get shorter and shorter here in New England and how I spend this time becomes more and more important to me.
As we were packing for our move, we were incredibly discriminating about what items we’d bring with us and which ones we no longer loved, needed, or used.
Melissa and I just completed our move from Massachusetts to Maine and it’s been a process filled with surprising thoughts and emotions.
This week I’m sharing some recent podcast episodes that I joined as a guest where we explored the various ways clutter plays a role in your life — some expected, some definitely not.
In my letter last week, I shared tips on how to get good at getting started, and a reader responded with an interesting question:…
One year ago, my family and I were set to gather at a local pub to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day when we got the word that…
