Clutter is mean.

Your clutter is screaming at you.  Endlessly.  From the second you walk into your home.  It’s nasty, mean, and condescending. 

My garage happens to be one of my FAVORITE spaces in my whole house. Seriously. I’ve mopped it. Not routinely, not even more than once/twice each year, but I’ve done it.

Do you know what many children do in a freshly decluttered bedroom? They dance. They spread their arms out wide, twirl in circles, and leap across the floor.

This dance is more than play: it’s a physical expression of freedom.