some nights as i lie in bed with my sweet baby girl ( yes we are in co-sleeping heaven) I talk my journal entries out loud - well out quiet. It's so weird, but i am the gal that also cannot set her alarm for 5:45 or 6am or 7:30 it must be for 7:37 or 6:24 or 5:42. Strange but true. I digress. It's like I want to breathe what I'm thinking or feeling and emote into the universe, and sadly i don't have the time to actually get out a pen and write. At least not when I think of the stuff. So i sat down to try to recreate my out loud middle of the night journal entry and um ya well no dice. So instead you get my latelies....
I am having a love affair with Peter Walsh. You know the aussie (ithink) that de-clutters and is the organizer extrodinaire. I fliiping took out three of his books from the library and a book on cd, and can i pulease tell you that if you are a mother and have no time to read - there are these things called books on cd and they will change your life! I pop in the cd and listen all the while cleaning up the breakfast tornado and get dinner going all at the same time. I HEART BOOKS ON CD.
Okay so now you know what to get me for my birthday. Anyhoo, i love peter walsh. I think he may have changed my life.
You see more than a few years ago, Jer and I had a lovley flat in white rock. And by lovely it was LOVLEY. Our entire dinning living room was windows and those windows looked out onto the ocean. Just ocean. The kitchen window framed mount baker. Paradise. Except that is was old and cold, and you could hear the neighbors, but damn if the rent was unbelievable the landlords loved us and hello did i mention the beach two streets down. So in this wee flat we started out romantic life together. And we slowly accumalated stuff. And of course decorating styles change with time, so back then (also because we were living on the beach) our theme was beachy. So along our mantle above the fireplace i had mason jars filled with beach rocks and candles. Long story short - when we moved 4 years later to the house, I COULD NOT PART WITH THE MASON JARS AND ROCKS. My jessica kate oconnor made imense fun of me, but i seriously could not part with it. I was chained to my stuff. I felt my stuff defined me. Fast forward 5 more years. We have moved once more. This time from a three bedroom home with a garage to a 2 bedroom apt. No garage. And i was forced to downsize. I did but not much. I still wanted to keep everything. But hello - add another kid to the mix or something and i am on this de-clutter you life kick. And i can not stop. We have gotten rid of a hallway bench, a huge mirrored shelf thing, OODLES of toys (because seriously no kid needs THAT many toys) clothes, fabric (yes that one was hard) three diaper boxes of kitchen stuff (what was i doing with all that???) and this past new years a big huge armoire that used to hold our 20 year old sony that FINALLY bit the dust. And okay finally coming to the point of my story, I HAVE A WHOLE NEW LIVING ROOM. A HUGE new living room. A living room you can dance in, roll on the floor in, play horsey in, have more than 4 people in. It's paradise. So anyways i am finding massive amounts of freedom by getting rid of my possesions. If it doesn't serve a function or is so breathtakingly beautiful then it goes. And my gosh i feel like i've gone from 950sf to 2000. All by getting rid of stuff. Peter Walsh you are my hero.
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