When did life get so busy? Wake up. Get ready. Get family ready. Drop off at daycare. Work all day. Pick up. Cook dinner. Clean house. Go to bed. Repeat.
I don’t remember the last time I had a break. The worst part is that as soon as I finish cleaning, I turn around and it is like I didn’t do anything. It is as if my family follows me around and messes up what was just cleaned to mess with me.
I was surrounded by the chaos the other day when it occurred to me that if I had less stuff, there would be less stuff to put away. I would not need to spend all my free time cleaning.
That is where my journey begins. A journey of less is more. Less stuff means more time. Less clutter means less stress. More organization means a better life.