“I get to, I don’t have to”
Every day people say I have to go to work, I have to pay bills, I have to go grocery shopping, I have to take my kid to practice, I have to cook dinner, I have to go on a business trip, I have to clean my house, I have to go to dinner with clients. And, we say it like it’s the end of the world and a major inconvenience. I get it. Who the heck likes grocery shopping or cleaning their house? It’s not exactly the way most of us would choose to spend our free time.
…what if we made a minor tweak in the language we use and instead said, ‘‘I get to”, before everything we do. I get to play tennis today, I get to go watch football on Sunday, I get to do laundry, I get to cook dinner. Do you see my point?
We really are on this earth for a short time and shouldn’t we feel lucky and blessed to even be here? I mean, every single one of us is a miracle with a higher purpose, whether or not you have discovered it yet. Many of the things we get to do every day is for basic survival and other things are little luxuries and gifts that we take for granted.
We don’t have to do anything. We get to do everything.
Recently, I found myself saying the same things. I have to take down my Christmas decorations, I have to plan a birthday dinner, I have to go to the gym, I have to go to Cabo. (I know, slap me).
The truth is I am lucky to get to do all of those things, but when I started hearing myself, I sounded like a spoiled little brat. I was mad at myself. Then I started hearing everyone else around me say the same thing. I have to, I have to, I have to.
Now, I say “I get to” and it sounds and feels so much better. All I did was change one word! I get to load the dishwasher! #truth. I’m telling you if you start saying it this way, it won’t feel like such a nuisance.
This may help put my point in perspective. On Christmas Eve, my really close friend drove himself to the hospital after work because he could not breathe. They told him he had pneumonia and admitted him, but I didn’t know it.
About a week later, I texted him to see how the holidays went because he was on my mind. His name is Joe and not only is he my jeweler :), but he’s the only person I trust to take care of my house and my dog when I travel. He is a close friend, always coming over my house for BBQ’s, dinners, or whatever other social event I create at Casa Weber. He has become an extension of my family.
He called me right after I texted him. It was 9 p.m. at night and he told me he was in the hospital. He proceeded to tell me why he went there on Christmas Eve. Then he said, “it’s really bad Gina; what looked like pneumonia is full blown leukemia.”
Of course, I was stunned, shocked, and immediately saddened. After a long conversation, I told him I’d be there tomorrow and then I went in my office and started researching the type of leukemia he was diagnosed with.
I went to the hospital the next day to see him. My timing was not ideal. I showed up 10 minutes after the doctor who was giving him a second opinion had left. That doctor had just told him (in his opinion) he had 2-6 months to live, maybe a year. Then I walk in. He looks at me and said “oh no, why did you have to be the one that shows up now?” I couldn’t hug him, so he gave me knuckles and said Gina, WTF! FK! His mind went straight to the 2 month option. I tried to be as positive as possible and told him there must be other options, but then the tears started as a few family members and other friends arrived and he shared the news.
I left that evening knowing he needed to sleep and process everything. I went home and did more research.
The next day, he got his fight on. Hell yeah! He decided to get the hell out of that hospital which was not a place that had the resources to fight the good fight. He also chose a team of doctors and experts who were positive about beating it. He is now coming home this weekend after enduring 21 days of aggressive chemo and his team has a plan for a bone marrow transplant. He’s on the right track and I can’t wait to see him out of that hospital room and back home.
I guarantee you he would love to say “I get to” wake up tomorrow. “I get to” make dinner, “I get to” see my dogs, “I get to” sleep in my own bed, and so on.
It makes you think doesn’t it? Let’s all just change one little word and be grateful we “get to” go grocery shopping and “we get” to clean our houses.
Why are all New England sports fans so fiercely loyal? If you even think about bad mouthing our teams, players, coaches, management or fans, it may come down to fisticuffs! I’m not kidding.
For all the New England haters who do not understand, here’s the deal.
It starts at birth. If you are born in New England, it’s over. It’s in the DNA. You are automatically initiated into this exclusive club. You leave the hospital in a team beanie and every relative takes a thousand pictures and posts them all over the internet and you are only 2 days old. You are now officially a New England Fan and are expected to live, eat and breathe the Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox or Patriots!
You grow up wearing every possible hat, visor, t-shirt, jersey and jacket, and you own every folding chair, cooler, koozie cup, backpack, grill, and tent with our team logos on it, and you showcase all the team decals on all your cars, boats, motorcycles, golf carts and anything else that the public will see. You are a proud and loyal fan and you want everyone to know it.
Your parents start planning your first trip to Fenway or the Boston Garden (can’t even call it the Wells Fargo Center, because it’s the Garden) or Foxboro Stadium (ok, Gillette Stadium). You anticipate opening day and the start of the season. It’s a big deal. You grow up learning every player on every team and you revolve your entire social life around watching or attending games. Here’s a few of my own memories and I’m sure there are more but my memory isn’t as good as it once was.
I remember as a kid watching the Boston Bruins. When they won the Stanley Cup in 1970 after 29 years with Bobby Orr’s game winning goal my entire family was going crazy screaming like raving lunatics in the family room! And more specifically I recall how we use to watch the games on Channel 38, a UHF Channel with really bad reception. We had aluminum foil wrapped around the antenna to improved reception and we moved it around constantly to get a better signal! Ah, the good ol’ days.
I still get chills watching that moment on youtube.
I knew all the main players and their numbers: Sanderson (16), Cashman (12), Cheevers (30), Esposito (7), Bucyk (The Chief, 9) and Orr (4). My Dad had “the most wanted” Rhode Island license plate on his car for years. BRUIN4. It is now is securely hung up in his garage as a tribute to the great #4.
Later in my sports marketing career, I had the honor to meet the great Bobby Orr at the Garden with Harry Sinden when I was working with the Bruins. I brought an 8 x 10 photo of his gaming winning goal with him suspended in mid-air and he autographed it for my Dad.
Bobby Orr wrote, “John, Great License Plate, Bobby Orr #4”
And we were patient and loyal Bruins fans. After a 39 year drought, the Bruins win the Cup again in 2011.
I remember waitressing in 1986 at the Crossroad Pub in Warren, RI. People were in the dining room (why they were even there and not home watching the game still disturbs me) and I was in the kitchen ignoring them and watching the final minutes of Game 6 of the World Series on a tiny little white television. I was stunned and in disbelief after we lost to the Mets, just 1 out away, with a 5-4 lead in the 10th inning. Poor Bill Buckner. I definitely went to the bar that night and I bet he did too.
In 1991, I flew out of Hanscom Air Force Base in Bedford, MA with the Boston Celtics on their team jet. I was a sports marketing executive on the plane and the only other females were two flight attendants. Story of my life. Everyone else was a player or coach or trainer or executive. I got to sit next to Dennis Johnson on the outbound flight and Rick Fox on the team bus. Fox was a rookie and so cool and I distinctly remember the remarkable color of his eyes. I will detail the rest of this amazing day in my book. It was a once in a lifetime experience and one that I will never forget. I will be a Celtics fan for life.
October 2004. Every fan will tell you where they were when the Red Sox executed the 4-game, 4-straight win comeback after a 3-0 deficit to the NY Yankees to win the ALCS! OMG. It was EPIC!!!
Then, the Red Sox go on to win the 2004 World Series for first time in 86 years. I think the world stopped. Generations were finally rewarded for the endless disappointments they endured as a Boston Red Sox fan. My Dad taped the victory parade in Boston and cried watching the celebration after we finally broke the curse of the Bambino. That’s how emotional we are in New England.
And then we prevailed in 2007 versus the Rockies when Papelbon closed out the sweep to win again! And then again in 2013. What a run over the last 9 years for the Sox! Redemption!
Now on to the Patriots.
Where do I even begin? We are the most dominant combination of human weapons to ever grace the football field under the brains of Coach Belichick. I hear the haters getting restless as I write this. Don’t care. I don’t need you to agree with me.
My Pats have been through the 4 Stages of Success with the NFL and the media.
And if you are personally stuck at #3, you will soon be at #4. You cannot deny it. The New England Patriots will be in their 10th AFC Championship game with Belichick and Brady. We are marching toward a 5th Super Bowl Championship.
We just have to get by another epic match up with the Denver Broncos and watch one more Brady-Manning showdown. I can’t wait.
My dog Diva, who is a 3 lb. yorkie, has been sporting her Pats jersey all week. I will be dressed in my Patriots attire (because that’s what we do) and hosting my AFC Championship Party at 1 p.m. AZ time. It doesn’t matter that I live in AZ. It wouldn’t matter if I were on the moon. Patriots fans are loyal wherever they are.
By the way, it’s not like we have always been on the winning end of things. Granted we have been on quite a run recently. We earned our bragging rights. So for those of you who don’t understand us and are annoyed by us, we were born this way. Now you know.
Good luck today boys!! Representing Patriots Nation from the desert!
One of my famous lines…
“Why draw when you can trace? Why trace when you can copy?”
And ironically enough, I have “copied” that saying from someone else and I repeat it often. The minute I heard it, I was like… that’s brilliant and it’s true. In my opinion, there’s no such thing as an original idea. There are extensions, improvements and new iterations of ideas, but other than the creation of the universe, what is truly original?
I listed “some” of the major things that I have experienced so far in my life, and there’s a lot more- many I can’t write about lol. Every one of them were pretty big “things” but hardly original; and in every case someone else learned to do it before I did.
Growing up, Graduating School, Playing Sports, Leaving for College, Getting a Job, Dating, Planning a Wedding, Marriage, Divorce, Having a Baby, Being a Single Mom, Step Parenting, Buying a house, Buying a car, Entrepreneurship, Leadership, Investing, Starting a Business, Building a Business, Selling a Business, Public Speaking, Traveling …
Is there really anything that you are going to hear or see or experience in your lifetime that someone hasn’t already thought about or done or experienced? And isn’t it true that if you just paid attention and sought out the people who have preceded you in any these areas, couldn’t you figure out and learn how to do it for yourself?
My list above looks sort of boring, but I promise you, the details surrounding all of those things, which I already survived, could be a reality TV show and NY Times best seller. I can’t tell you how many people over the years have begged me to film one or write one. I may just do both. Just keep reading my blog and you will be thoroughly entertained with stories. I just have to figure out how to keep all the characters anonymous to protect the guilty, the innocent and the stupid!
Trust me, I am just warming up.
I had someone recently say to me, why are you successful at whatever? I mean, how are you successful at whatever you do? I didn’t really think about it until she asked me. But the truth is, I have been successful at whatever I put my mind to and my energy behind. I do not set out to fail. I don’t even consider it. Once I make a decision to do something, it’s like a lion just got released from its cage. I don’t mess around. It’s game on. I work tirelessly to ensure I won’t fail. It’s like I have an extra gear or something.
In many cases, I had zero experience. ZERO. Whether it was running a multi-million dollar sports marketing and motorsports program for a Fortune 30 or learning how to step parent, I figured it out along the way. (Both were equally challenging by the way).
I had to learn to be resourceful and that’s one of my greatest skills. I always rely on that. I stay resourceful and seek the information and of course, with knowledge comes power. Hardly a new concept people!
That’s why we have the internet. It’s all out there. So many endless resources at the click of the mouse.
That’s why we have teachers. So we can learn from subject matter experts who have spent years and decades learning so they can share their knowledge perspective.
That’s why we have parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. So we can get endless advice and wisdom from the ones who have gone before us and have the stories to prove it.
That’s why we have coaches. So we can become better at the one thing they have already learned and mastered and that’s why they are qualified to teach it.
That’s why we have mentors. So we can be guided down a career path and reach the level of success they already have.
Now in full disclosure, I’m not saying I haven’t failed before because I have been in situations where it was impossible to succeed, and I have really learned from those experiences. Interestingly though, it was always when I was not in full control of the situation.
So here’s what I know after earning all this infinite wisdom. I bet on Gina. I invest in Gina. I trust Gina. I listen to Gina.
I know my level of intuition is extraordinary and as long as I put myself in control of the ship, the intentions will be in the right place and the execution will follow.
Be resourceful and seek out all the necessary information and trust your gut.
The ocean totally creeps me out.
There is something so mysterious about it — the darkness, the coldness, and the unpredictability of it. One minute it’s calm and peaceful, the next minute it’s violent and angry. The ocean is so damn moody. They always blame it on mother nature but I think it has a mind of its own. How can it be so beautiful and inviting one minute and then take out an entire resort town the next?
(all you marine scientists and oceanographers, this is metaphoric so I don’t need the science behind Tsunamis lol.)
Not mention the scary things in it. It seems like a new creature is discovered every week with new, never been seen before pictures to prove it. They find a new species after a gazillion years?
What about the things on the bottom that were swallowed up by it… and the divers that find pleasure going in to find it! Who are these people anyway?
I mean, how can fishermen and sailors go out in that crazy unknown place every day and not wonder what’s underneath them. Every time I go in the ocean and tread water, I kick my feet to create enough racket so nothing comes close to my toes. Are you with me? Why is that? I always think something is going to try to take a nibble. Who is the knucklehead that made the JAWS movie in 1975!
Now the world does a great job disguising the ocean to be heavenly…with big giant cruise ships, yachts, jet skis, sailboats, catamarans, private islands, white sandy beaches, coconuts…
I know. I have been on all of those things and to those places. I love the beach. Looking at it. Listening to it. I may swim in it, if I can see the bottom and the water is warm and turquoise…just sayin.
Hey, I’ve “snuba” dived (wimpy version of scuba) and snorkeled in Hawaii, The Bahamas, Mexico, and the Caribbean and I’ve even passed by a shark, stingrays and barracudas while doing it. I survived it all, but it wasn’t exactly ideal. I even chartered a small private sailboat once and sailed the around the eastern Caribbean islands for 10 days. I love adventure. Hell, I am an Aries.
BUT STILL, the ocean creeps me out.
I mean, does anyone really like the look of a lobster? A crab? With those little beady eyes and claws crawling around so fast? I know they taste good, but please find me one human who thinks they are cute. Jelly fish? Horseshoe Fish? Seaweed? Come on people…. these are just the creepy little things that wash up on the beach. Imagine what really lives down in the deep, deep dark, cold, scary ocean? Hell, they still can’t find a 777 airplane and it’s been almost 2 years.
It also seems like it’s an “all for one, one for all” kind of place. I wonder about those poor little fish always looking over their shoulder wondering if they are on the breakfast, lunch, or dinner menu. I know there’s some sort of pecking order down there and I would imagine if you are a great white, you can do as you please. But for the rest, it cannot be fun and relaxing. I mean, they can never sleep. Everything just keeps moving. It’s sounds so exhausting doesn’t it?
Even though the ocean is creepy, it doesn’t stop me from…
Flying over it.
Cruising on it.
Sailing on it.
Fishing in it.
Swimming in it.
The damn earth is 71% ocean. I’ve learned to co-exist with it and pretend it’s a lovely little place. I don’t let the creepiness control me.
I really was just thinking about the ocean because I am going to be looking at it in a few days, but I started thinking about how the ocean is a lot like life.
It’s always unpredictable and mysterious. Sometimes it’s calm and peaceful and sometimes it causes a crazy storm and you just have to ride it out. Sometimes you will encounter powerful sharks who try to push you around and sometimes a shifty lobster with beady eyes shows up to try to create havoc in your life. (Just boil that sucker and eat him!) Sometimes a new species shows up out of nowhere like today’s terrorists and we just need to find new ways to deal with them. Sometimes you finally make a decision in life to try something new, like going for a little swim, but once you get in the water, you start worrying about who or what could start biting your toes. And, then there are times when you are just minding your own business like a normal fish, just constantly moving, always swimming, never sleeping, just trying to survive.
I have experienced all of it and learned many lessons from it. Just when you think your life is looking perfect, with white sandy beaches and endless coconuts, the island is about to be taken out by a Tsunami!
I believe every person in your life shows up for a reason, whether they stay permanently or just a little while. But there is a reason they showed up.
Embrace the scary sharks, the poisonous stingrays, the shifty lobsters, the ugly horse fish, and all the other creatures just moving about you because they are teaching you something.
Make sure you always seek adventure! Be like me and pretend the ocean is a lovely little place so you can go yachting and sailing and fishing and swimming and fly over it!
Life is meant to be lived fearlessly and passionately. Don’t let the creepy ocean stop you.
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For the past 4 weeks, I have been witnessing, hearing about, and giving advice to a bunch of drop dead gorgeous, in shape, charismatic, super smart, fun, outgoing sorority sisters on their trials and tribulations of dating boys…from ages 19-23.
To be young again…!!!
When they ask me for advice, I tell them boys are bad, LOL…and to focus on themselves, date a million guys, travel every weekend and never give up their power…and most importantly…be mysterious.
That’s hard to do in the age of Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Snapchat. Everyone documents their every move.
“Look, here’s what I ate for breakfast, I was at the gym at noon, I went to class at 2, I had a Starbucks at 4….”
Where is the mystery girls??? Just get off social media for 24 hours and then watch all hell break loose. “Where are you at? Why are you not replying? I miss you? Can we talk? Can I see you tomorrow?
Ahhhhhh…the shift of power.
Sorry guys. I see the pattern over and over again. It’s actually quite interesting to observe from the sidelines. As soon as one of these guys has the upper hand, the games begin. And since we chicks are extremely emotional, we don’t handle the games very well.
And it’s all very unnecessary.
I know it’s easier said than done where there are heart strings involved, but make sure when you start a relationship that the words and behavior match up. If they don’t, it’s a red flag. Guys at this age want it both ways. On Monday they want a girlfriend and by the weekend, they want to be frat boys which often leads to bad decisions and bad behavior. And afterward, when something needs fixing, it’s all done via texting, which can just exacerbate the problem they are trying to fix!
Let me repeat, NO serious boyfriends in college.
First of all, never in one place, one town, one state, have I seen more beautiful girls with crazy potential. I think it’s something in the AZ water.
I personally think the young guys in Arizona are spoiled rotten. Many of them are not even cute and they have no game. They are just lucky –lucky to live and go to school in this state. Here, you can’t walk 10 feet without breaking your neck to look at a pretty girl. Most of the time, even in winter, clothes are minimal which means staying in shape is a top priority. Bottom line, they are all hot.
That’s why U of A and ASU are consistently ranked the sexiest colleges with the hottest girls every single year. It must be the sunshine because they all gravitate here. I attended a sorority event recently and there had to be 700-800 people in the room. A slide show started introducing all the new girls to the sisterhood and I am telling you every single headshot they flashed on the screen could have been a cover shot for Vogue. I have never seen anything like it.
So yes, the guys have many options in AZ, and they really don’t appreciate how lucky they are. I tell the girls they should fly to a different state one weekend and see the difference in how they are treated. They would have guys tripping over their feet. They would stand out versus blend.
So girls, as you head back to college, take this dating advice with you.
Rule #1 No serious boyfriends in college
Rule #2 Date many boys, travel and have fun
Rule #3 Let them chase you
Rule #4 If he’s a game player, ditch him
Rule #5 If he makes you feel bad, ditch him
Rule #6 If he doesn’t make you feel good, ditch him
Rule #7 Disappear from social media
Rule #8 Be mysterious
Rule # 9 Never EVER give up your power
Rule #10 Watch how he treats his Mom
Rule #10 is just a yard stick to go by. Just trust me on this. If he was was raised right and he has a healthy respect for women, you will see it in the way they treat their mama.
And if it’s good, you will want to date that guy.
So girls, it’s been a fun several weeks observing all the shenanigans and counseling you with the wisdom I’ve earned and gained over many years.
Good luck and stay single and fabulous until you are 30!
Last Monday, I went out for happy hour with my girlfriend Via who is my long time friend. Our friendship actually started in AZ when I walked into a fitness place in Scottsdale, two months pregnant, and asked for the best female trainer they had. I had just moved to Scottsdale and did not have one girlfriend in AZ.
That was 17 years ago. Little did I know they would supply me with years of crazy, fun experiences with my “sister from another mister” and fellow Aries buddy! We are a lot alike and born just 2 days apart but I’m the older one. She’s 7 years younger. Much of the shenanigans during these years with Via could be a stand alone best seller with scenes straight out of a movie. The dates, the relationships, the bar crawls, the marraiges, becoming mothers and all the craziness, sadness, happiness and laughter in between. I can talk to her about anything and visa versa. It’s like a secret Aries code. We talk, we drink, we laugh, we advise, we vent, we gossip and it’s like the best therapy session you could ask for. The price tag is only a couple of vodka sodas and in Via’s case, an extra chilled straight up Titos Martini with a squeeze of orange or lime, depending on the mood that night. LOL.
We are both so busy all the time, so we make the time around Christmas to get together. Via is a nutrionist and personal trainer by trade but has managed a fitness center for a very exclusive country club in AZ for 15 ½ years. She is loved by all of her clients for her expertise in fitness but you cannot help but fall in love with her larger than life personality. She’s like a walking magnet.
Nine years ago she was blessed with becoming a mother to an incredible son. His name is Brock. Today she is single mom and may I emphasize an incredible one. Brock is on the autism spectrum with Asperger’s Syndrome and when he was diagnosed, she not only educated herself about it, but she completely altered and transformed her life to accommodate his.
She was telling me how amazingly well he is doing and she shared a typical day in her life. Many would not be able to handle it. Everything is a routine and everything is timed and scheduled. Everything from the time they wake up, the short list of food he likes to eat without deviation, the time they eat breakfast down to the exact minute, the way in which they systematically and routinely get in the car each morning, the play dates and secret code words they use to communicate to one another. It was amazing how Via has structured her life to handle these unique demands. Brock is on zero medication. She handles everything behaviorally and with routine, tons of love and patience and a great support system. If the routine is compromised in any way, this could create a 10 minute or 3 hour meltdown (as she described it). She was just sharing, not looking for me to feel sorry for her. This is her new normal. More than anything, I think she just wants people on the outside like me to just understand her world. For Via, spending three hours at a restaurant with a close friend is when she truly has normalcy outside of her own home. Something many of us take for granted.
Brock is not only adorable, but he is also brilliant and has a very “I know what I want” personality just like his Mama. We laugh because she was telling me how at only 9 years old he told her it was her job to get him an agent and help make him famous and then proceeded to tell her what his fee shall be. The apple did not fall far from the tree!
See, Brock is an amazing artist. He already has his own business cards, and his own website so he can create a custom piece of artwork for his customers for $6 each. Just fill out the contact form and voila! You will have your very own fun illustration underway!
Check out his website www.brockthaartist.com
I have received many Christmas cards this season but this was my favorite. She handed it to me and said this is a Brock Original. I love his entrepreneurial spirit and I would love to help make Brock famous! Please share his website!
I think I hoard clothes and unknowingly create clutter. I cannot believe how many clothes are in my freaking closet, which obviously I have accumulated over years and years. Shoes, boots, sneakers, clothes, purses, jackets, coats, blazers, dress pants, jeans, shirts, tennis skirts, golf clothes, shorts, tanks etc. I have business attire, work out attire, casual attire, evening attire, tennis attire, something for every occasion. It wasn’t until last week that I actually decided to stop ignoring all the crap in my closet and just start ripping things off hangers and putting them in giant Hefty bags. All of which were delivered to Good Will on New Year’s Eve Day.
The question? When the hell was the last time I wore this? You would be surprised at some of my answers. Like 2009? Bahahahahaha. More importantly is it even in style? And MOST importantly…does it even fit anymore? Now that’s the depressing one.
I literally entertained myself because some of the stuff I found was so hideous and I immediately wondered if there was any photo proof of me wearing any of it. If there was, it would be burned. LOL
If someone walked into my closet they would be horrified. Nothing is organized by season or color. Well actually the main color is BLACK so what’s the point? I don’t have everything 1 inch apart hanging perfectly on hangers. I have stuff everywhere. And I wonder why I always have a fashion crisis when I am looking for the one thing I cannot find because it’s stuck somewhere in the mess. I always envy the girlfriends that have a closet so meticulously organized. All shoes facing a certain way, all hangers uniform and facing one direction, everything zipped up and unwrinkled.
But then I think, they must have an assistant that does this for them or they have nothing to do all day. I could not imagine taking or wasting the time on such a mindless task. I’m sure I’m insulting someone here but there are so many more important things to do with my time! And in my house the closet suffers.
Then it occurred to me. I wear the same clothes every day, every week. It’s like the 80-20 rule. I wear the same 20% of the same stuff consistently. I’m always seeing same clothes in the laundry. And the other 80% is taking up A LOT of space in my overly cluttered closet. Every once in a while I break out of my routine and don something trendy. But it never lasts long. I am more of a classic dresser. I have a certain style. I know what looks good on me and what doesn’t. I’m a winter. Why would I own anything terracotta color? Just Saying? What was I thinking?
I have two choices. I can hire an assistant or downsize. It’s too much work. I am going to force myself to keep the 20% and donate the rest. But I know what will happen. With all this extra space I will be tempted to fill it and buy more clothes when the mood strikes and I get in an online shopping mode. It’s a vicious cycle! I think I need therapy or I will always have a cluttered closet! If you are like me, clean your closet this year. It feels good. Out with the old! Embrace the NEW!
Now, I am not just talking about clothes people! Remember those clothes I mentioned from 2009 that are old, out of style, and don’t fit anymore? Stay with me for a minute. Think of this a little more symbolically. The clothes are like the relationships, habits, behaviors and situations that you are still holding on too. You should make a decision to give them away and unclutter your closet.
Ask yourself this question. Even if they still fit, would you put them back on? For me the answer was clearly a NO. It doesn’t work for me anymore. It probably never worked but I tried it anyway. That’s ok. Trying new things is important. But knowing when to make peace with yourself and accept it wasn’t your “thing” and then having the courage to say Bub-Bye.
Does that relationship work for you anymore or does it just fill up space?
What about that unfulfilling job or career?
The extra 10 pounds?
The feeling sorry for yourself?
The fear about making a decision and letting go of the things that used to bring you happiness and comfort, but only create anxiety, or depression or loneliness now?
Maybe at the time, it was trendy and cool or you were feeling good in that moment. I get it. I have a list of questionable choices that I have made.
But I know that at my particular age, a certain degree of wisdom kicks in. I know who I am. I know what I like. I know what works. I have my priorities in the right order. I say “No” and don’t feel guilty saying it. I don’t feel pressure to do things or go places I have no interest going. I know the kind of people I want to be around. I care less about what people think. I have identified the jealous ones and the toxic ones and removed them from my closet. I am not seeking or searching or trying to fit in. It simply all adds up to a lot of clutter.
I’ve always been candid and honest and my friends know I don’t sugar coat things. But this year in particular I have a lower tolerance for accumulating clutter so I can make room for the things that really matter to me. How about you?
Everything in life starts with a decision.
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