unsolicited advice on minimalism, financial independence, and living an intentional life
It’s no secret that I’m a bird person.
I have been fascinated with birds since I was young. I sit and watch them in parks and parking lots. I doodle them in the margins of my notebooks and seek them out in pet stores. A year ago today, I brought home my cockatiel Jasper, which was one of the single greatest decisions I have ever made.
In today’s blog post, I would like to address a growing phenomenon that has recently come to my attention. I’ve dubbed it “Pinterest Organizer’s Syndrome.”
Earlier this week, I received two inquiries from two different friends within about 20 minutes of each other asking the same thing: how do you get rid of books?
Continue reading “how to declutter books when they’re a part of your identity”
Over the weekend, I helped my boyfriend move from Kansas City, Missouri, to his new home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where he’ll be starting grad school this fall. I use the term “help” generously, because he moved all of his necessary belongings in four boxes, two carry-ons and a laptop bag with almost no assistance from me. And for about $1,000.
How’d he do it? The answer is simple.
My sister and I spent last weekend decluttering her entire bedroom. And when I say “decluttering,” I don’t mean a non-committal, put-a-few-shirts-and-koozies-into-a-box-and-call-it-good decluttering—I mean a massive purge that spanned two days and resulted in nearly 20 grocery bags marked for donation.
Continue reading “tips for tackling your clutter (without losing your mind)”
burst of intention 