A Fresh Agenda

We all have our things.  For some, it’s chocolate, gambling, porn, or collector’s items.

For me, it’s paper goods.

This includes, but is not limited to, books, stationary, calendars, journals, and day planners.  If you can purchase it at a book store, I probably want it.

I told you that we all have our things.

The other week I indulged in a new day planner to jump start this new era- an era where I’m even more authentic, organized, and aligned with all things that bring me purpose and joy.  I threw away my 2018-2019 planner (where I had already ripped out entire months so I didn’t have to look backward) and decided to move forward with fresh pages.

That sentiment is appropriate for all aspects of life, isn’t it?

Although we can learn from the past, we can’t dwell on it.  My new agenda reminds me that my future is fabulous, no matter what the previous pages may have told me.

The “Worm Moon” and Spring Beginnings

Tonight is the first of two full moons for this new month of March- how exciting!  This year we’ve had not one, but two months with two sets of full moons– January and March- which won’t happen again until 2037.  This extremely rare occurrence is yet another sign of how powerful of a year 2018 is, full of magic and manifestation.

As the last full moon of the winter, it is referred to as the “worm moon.”  Why, you ask? Since spring is just a few weeks away, this moon symbolizes the rebirth of nature and the earth.  Just as the earthworms start to poke up from the ground, the leaves begin to grow, flowers bloom, and life begins again.  Spring is a fresh start for both the earth and the humans who walk it, so this is a special moon to say goodbye to winter and start a brand new season.  Our next full moon will happen on the very last day of the month- March 31- and will be known as the blue moon (more on that in weeks to come).

If you’ve had a rough winter, have faith that spring will bring forth the fruits of your labor.  It’s been a rocky road since the August eclipse, but thankfully February’s new moon solar eclipse has brought a more peaceful, flowing energy!

I’ve spoken to many friends about the same topic- feeling stuck in careers, relationships, or situations that are no longer working out for them.  They’ve all acknowledged they want something different, yet aren’t sure what to do.  I have reminded them that these are signs from the universe that their heart is guiding them on a new path- and I’ve begun to see their lives change.  New opportunities have arose and decisions have been made for them that are out of their control.  As the pieces start coming together, the struggle starts to make more sense; the struggle is the lesson.  Before we can move on to something better, we must first learn the lesson and pass the test.

When one door closes, another door opens.  Don’t try to push the old door back open or break the lock. Leave it shut.

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There are many ways to embrace the power of the full moon.  I always set my cards and crystals out to recharge; it’s a great night to sage, take a salt bath, and set aside time for meditation.  Self-care is necessary for everyone’s well being on a daily basis, but is especially important during a full moon!  Take it easy on yourself, enjoy the evening, and remember to continue to look forward- not back.

As spring approaches, I’m excited for all of the new opportunities in my life.  I got a fresh haircut, new shades, and even started a new job!  It really does feel as if one cycle ended and an entirely new chapter began with the last new moon.

Feeling recharged after a great trip to Denver, I’m so grateful for wonderful friends, work I love, and being able to connect with so many mindful people.  We’ve got the moon on our side!

Packing Light

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2016 began in a small apartment outside of Manhattan in Astoria, Queens. Although I had a large room, it came without one important thing- a closet. I improvised and managed to find a standing wardrobe that successfully stored everything I immediately needed- or so I thought.

Initially it was fun having everything I owned in sight; kind of like a store! Each morning I got to shop my own closet! The fun, however, wore off when that dreaded day came.

Moving day.

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Dresses and skirts and shoes, oh my. This doesn’t even appropriately depict the unmanageably of my “stuff;” the other half of my wardrobe was hidden in a hall closet and under the bed.

I moved to a smaller, more expensive apartment in June… I purged, I donated, I left behind. At that point I had packed everything I owned and headed down the street (three trips in an SUV, to be exact) to a space conveniently located two blocks from the NQ line. Proximity to the subway is crucial when living in NYC; however,”space” took a backseat in my priorities and I was hit hard with reality once my move was complete.

My stuff didn’t fit.

Life really does throw you curveballs. Just when I managed to find a place for everything and was finally feeling settled, I received some bad news. July wasn’t even half way over and I found out I lost my marketing gig on Fifth Avenue… just a couple of days before I was told I needed to find a new apartment.

Back to the drawing board.  

So, what does a girl do after riding a New York rollercoaster for over two years? One might tell her to “pick yourself up and keep going!” My wise mind told me to leave… that there had to be something better, more fitting for me just around the corner.

Unfortunately, leaving meant packing. Packing everything I had collected, everything I brought with me, everything my family sent me from home. Sigh.

So, here’s what I did.

  • I carried three pieces of luggage home to Michigan with me- only with the summer clothes and things I would immediately need.
  • I shipped several- and I mean SEVERAL- boxes home to my mom’s house. I’d worry about those later.
  • About those boxes… each had a method behind the madness. Winter coats in one, miscellaneous shoes I never wear in another, work clothes, random clothes, house crap… but mainly clothes.
  • I gave a lot of things away. I had purses that were great, kitchenware I had never used, and bulky things I just couldn’t take with me. I left my brand new leather chair with my roommate as a token of appreciation for dealing with me. More on that later.
  • I threw a lot of things away. Towels, sheets, socks, toiletries. Goodbye.
  • Someone on the sidewalk must have had fun, too- I left a variety of odds and ends, storage compartments, books and jewelry organizers on the curb. Come and get it.

I did a lot of organizing and additional purging when I returned to Michigan, and did even more of it this past month before heading to Boston.

Once again, I got on a flight with three pieces of luggage. I had searched high and low for a temporary apartment outside the city, and in the end found a cute Airbnb while I interviewed for jobs.

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An organized, manageable amount of clothes.

For the time being I’m content in my temporary Medford home. It’s organized, cozy, and has space for everything I need- not everything I own. In a week I’ll have a better idea of where I want to live and what my rent budget is, but I’ll tell you one thing:

Even if I had all the space in the world, I wouldn’t want to fill it.

There is something serene about knowing exactly what you own, where it is and how it fits in your life. My old habits of being a packrat have diminished with each move, and now I value organization, piece of mind and decluttering more than the American dream of consumerism and “stuff.” Ugh, stuff.

This is what brings me to the “mindful” theme of my blog- in being present and content with where you are in life, what you have and what you want, you can also live minimally, stylishly, happy and content. These things are on your terms- no one else’s. I came to a crossroads where I had to decide what I valued- it wasn’t “keeping up with the Joneses” or buying the latest pair of heels- it’s about quality over quantity. Quality in people, places and things- not living a life of excess.

Although I have made some mistakes along the way, I’ve gotten the chance to learn about myself, declutter my room, and ultimately, declutter my life.

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While I used to own dozens of purses, now I only keep what I use- and love.