Failure to Success

I made many attempts to “get organized.” They all worked for a short time, but ultimately failed. Honestly, I didn’t think I could change my habits. I thought that was just the way I was. New management came in and began their cluttering with me. I was on the street.
The full story is in my last book, but the short version is that after a finance divined that I loved my junk more than I loved her, I got help from a support group. So far, I’ve eliminated over a ton-and-a-half of clutter from my homes and home offices, been free enough to move four times in three years, and now live and work in two rooms. Sometimes my office is messier than I’d like (like right now, while I am in the middle of a big project), but it is never even close to what it was like four years ago. How neat is it? I could go back to that glass cubicle if I wanted to and no one would be ashamed to have me there. But I don’t want to.

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