Time to go from sensory overload to uncluttered paradise?
That frantic cleaning when someone just called you to let you know they're on their way and you look around and it looks like a college guy's dorm room.
No offense to them but you can't have anyone see the mess so you toss everything into the closet or a random draw and begs no one will ever open it.
Yeah, I know you. I know you well.
It's been almost three years now since I first uncluttered my life.
It was not an easy task for me.
I used to be a little bit of a hoarder. Nothing crazy like you see on those hoarder tv shows but I would save any clutter that would get in my way. Material things were sentimental to me.
Like ticket stubs from different events and travels, even rocks. Okay, I still collect rocks from the beach, ssh. But anything that reminded me of someone or an event in my life, I would...