Last week, I had the inaugural gathering at my new, MUCH smaller place. It took almost 6 months to have my first party because downsizing took about 30 times longer than I imagined. (and it was WAY harder to let stuff go than I thought it would be; I still have regrets about some of it. My mindfulness about this was less than stellar.)

Frankly, I was living in a cluttered mess way longer than an acceptable “I-just-moved” time frame. I can remember the moment this started to change. I was talking with a friend on the phone and I noticed a window in the hallway at the top of the stairs that lead up to my apartment. (It’s the top floor of a really cool house, and I love the word, “apartment”- makes my urban soul extremely happy).