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All in Life
My Real Beef with Lifestyle Minimalism? Can’t Afford It.
Let me insist, before you read this post, that I am not a holiday card scrooge. I love holiday cards. I really do. But...
Why are we so insanely busy and yet not getting everything done?
I was originally going to name this post: Stop Buying S#*T. However, I realized right away that would be too harsh.
When I read the title of Oliver Sack's essay in the NYT a few weeks ago I thought I would only be saddened to read what he would say about being terminally ill. Instead I read what amounted to a celebration of the time remaining to him and gratitude for the time he has left.
Today I’d like to share a story about my home in New York City. I love where I live. I’ve worked hard to customize it to my use on a very limited budget and I'm happy. There are a few unpleasant things related to the building, how poorly it has been maintained, the quality of some of the neighbors and the uncleanliness of the streets. But hey, that’s a typical rant in many part of New York City.
A week after the winter holiday is a good time to reflect. Resolution talk is all over the place. It's on the local morning channels at the gym, every single magazine I subscribe to has a feature on resolutions and keeping them.
When I talk with clients about their dream space (their ideal home or work set up) 70% of the time I hear a variation on this: When I’m on vacation and I first get to my hotel room, I sigh with relief at the sight of the room. I want that feeling in my own home. I want that that feeling when I sit down at my desk to work.
Lately I've been hearing this comment from friends during casual conversations about life in New York City: I have these friends who move their furniture around all the time. Every time I go over, it's set up totally different.
I’m serious about my work. On the outside, it may look like I'm just this stuff organizer, helping folks resort their stuff in endless bins, all the while waving my label maker around.