Twenty some-odd years ago I moved to Boulder and thought I died and went to heaven. I earned a Bachelor’s Degree in Film Studies from the University of Colorado at Boulder.
Aside from acquiring a pretty cool party trick (ask me anything about any movie) and a job as a curriculum advisor in Film Studies, I found myself uninspired. I realized that I had not yet found my calling.
I got married, divorced, married again and had kids. For a time my life was all about my family. Then the boys went to school and I asked myself what’s next?
At first I rattled around the house and stared at the walls. I shopped too much. I couldn’t face going back to the 9 to 5, especially being at the mercy of my kids’ schedules, and I didn’t want to be that person who raced to get the kids to school, then raced to work, then raced to the store, then raced to pick the kids up, then raced to get dinner on the table. And I didn’t want to be the person that bought things to fill the void.
At the end of the day, I want to feel like I did something. Like every other mom with a kindergartener, I dipped my toe in the waters of independence and took a ceramics class. I fell in love with it.
Then I fell in love with pole dancing and became a student and an instructor. I took up blogging at the same time.
Something was still bothering me so I took a good look at my life and asked myself what I would like to change. The answer was obvious. I needed more space: in my house and in my head. That’s when I started getting rid of stuff every day, photographing the detritus from my life and writing about it.
I successfully completed my initial year-long goal and got rid of 7300 items. The result was transformational and in more ways than I ever could have imagined possible. Read about it here.
Writing is my passion. Art is my sanctuary. Food is my language of love. Pole dancing is my joy. Ridding my life of clutter is my mission. Family is the reason I live. Thanks for reading!