Picking up where we left off with our collective ditch it list, today I give you 9 more all too common clutter culprits, along with the permission (not that you needed it) to let each and every one of them go. Here goes: 1. Fitbit Apologies in advance to anyone reading who is a die-hard fitbit fan--I'm sure they exist and have every reason for loving the device. Let's set aside the fact that I've ...

Summer, if it is spent well, is awfully messy and terribly wet. No other season provides so many options for immersing oneself in water, soaking one's garments, wetting toys and playthings of all sorts. If you don't have a pool, you make it your business to know someone who does. And if they're out of town, there's sure to be a lake or ocean or kiddie wading pool somewhere nearby. And a little further, a ...

  It is both what makes America great and miserable: the hustle. The drive. The unrelenting devotion to ambition. And then you hop a few flights and land yourself in a place where no one seems intent on learning to become a morning person. There is no observable worship here of improvement—earlier, faster, fitter, better. At first the slowness is jarring—frustrating even. Why is it that no one seems to be on the ball? Why ...

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I am an expert editor. No, no, but I mean I'm a compulsive editor. When I look at the world, things register to me as either pertinent or purpose-fulfilled. I can't help it. As a result, I am literally (true sense) always (also necessary) editing everything (no hyperbole). It's occurred to me that there are things I commonly edit that many may not even realize are candidates for editing. Like it wouldn't be okay. Or, ...