The Art of Living Lost: Deirdre De-Clutters

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I have a friend who “declutters” for a living; it doesn’t matter if you are a downsizing senior or an inefficient professional; she’s the master of re-organization.

I, on the other hand, am a recycler; I see the beauty in almost everything. I’m not just a saver of stuff per se but more of a sentimental connoisseur. So this week, while strung out on DayQuil, I decided to declutter my home and, in doing so, I unwittingly decluttered my mind and spirit. Let me explain.

Some say we have 50, 60, or 70+ THOUSAND thoughts a day; looking at my chaos, and I wondered how many brain cells I’d burned subconsciously thinking about the crap that physically surrounded me? Items evoking the powers of fear, anger, disdain, and embarrassment were all resting in my kitchen cabinets. I found stupidity, failure, and gas pains lurking in my pantry. My bathroom was awash with the scents of first dates, success, and bitchiness. I wondered, where did sexy go?

Rummaging and discarding; physically crushing and crashing my past, I felt lighter.

And with the lightness came clarity and joy.

Week after week, I share stories about my every day, and sometimes, not so everyday life.

I’ve asked you to look up and out; this week, I am challenging you to take a look inside.

Inside your cabinets, your home, your office, and your life. What’s lurking in plain sight that can be crushed, crashed, and discarded? Think about it.

Until next week,


The Art of Living Lost: Helmet Please

IMG_9335 (1)Hunter Thomas once said, “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”.

I’m hoping to stay vertical on my current adventure — but, let’s be honest, odds are slim.

Have great week,