Most people are in the habit of massively over-estimating how much they can realistically accomplish. In the span of a single editing session, our average client will attempt to task themselves with a list that includes things like taking a pair of shoes in to be re-soled, sending a gift to a friend, taking a broken necklace into the jeweler, and on and on. Part of our work is helping people to re-write their ...

  If your life is stable, you generally see the same things in the same context day after day. The sight of your coffee maker on the counter. Of that pile in the corner of your bedroom. Your walls. When you first moved in, you noticed every detail–the scratches in the baseboards or the beauty of the tile floor. When you first bought that blouse, you paid attention to its stitching, to its certain hue. ...

If I had an item for every time a client professed their adoration for a belonging they never use because they’re “saving it,” or “too scared about damaging it to actually use it,” I could stock a whole store. Its shelves would be filled with the nicest versions of every sort of thing: bougie skincare, covetable fragrances, blouses and dresses (white), designer handbags, linens from the South of France, antique coup glasses from grandparents, and ...

“All of that came from my basement!?” She pointed to the mountainous pile we accumulated in her entry during the course of our editing session. We’re used to the scale of donations that so often leaves people’s homes, but she was flabbergasted. “Why didn’t I do this sooner??” She exclaimed. “I feel SO much LIGHTER!”  It’s a common phrase we hear from clients, and it doesn’t get old. The lightness that comes from editing is ...

  One’s spiritual center and a Birmingham, Michigan, Coney Island Restaurant would appear to have nothing in common. The first is an intangible–one’s source of higher knowing, tuned into through calm and focused stillness. The other, a restaurant at which you might grab a hot dog, greek salad, and chicken finger pita. For me, the two are inextricably linked. There was a year or two in my childhood when my mom and I had dates ...