Hi friends, I made it home from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania after 31 hours of travel time. I got out of there just before the storm hit and am so very thankful. Hurricane storms are not something we deal with here in Canada and it was all so very scary. I’m so sorry if you were(are) in harms way and affected by the storm. Please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers.
The conference itself was…interesting. I wasn’t expecting my anxiety levels to get as high as they did. Why I thought I could control it this time I don’t know, it is something I’ve battled for years. There were four hundred ladies there and the swells of noise and the proximity to one another was just too much for me to handle. I spent most of my evenings tucked away in my room, quietly contemplating. That was okay though because this past weekend made me aware of something. Something I’ve never quite put a finger on before.
I am not a writer.
It was interesting to me that when I would tell people this, they would laugh and say oh but you are, you just have to own it. But here’s what I know. So many of these women attending this conference are writers. After talking to so many of them, I could see that putting pen to paper or fingers to a keyboard is a lifeline for them. It feeds their soul. They long for it. They are passionate it for it. They live, sleep and breathe it. They have written journals for years, they long for a book deal.
When I say I am not a writer, it is simply because I don’t feel these things. Whether I can or cannot write is irrelevant.
What I am is an organizer.
Now this is what feeds my soul. Deep down to my toes, a day is not a day unless I am organizing something. It is my passion. I am an Organizing Junkie!
I may have written a book and made a living writing here about organizing for the past 6 1/2 years but it is not the words that perform magic in my heart, it is the act of organizing itself and sharing this love with others.
I love that I can use this blog as a vessel for sharing my passion with you but I never feel like I’m writing to you. Instead I’ve always felt like we were having a conversation. As I sit and type it is simply the discussion I imagine we’d be having if you were here with me in my living room sharing a warm cup of tea. My writing is an extension of that conversation, of my desire to share my passion in order to get others “hooked” on organizing along with me.
It’s okay that I don’t call myself a writer. Writing can look differently for everyone.
It’s also okay if you don’t call yourself an organizer. Organizing can look differently for everyone.
Thankfully we don’t all have to succumb to a one size fits all mold in this world.
Maybe you can’t imagine being super passionate about organizing the way I can’t imagine feeling that way about writing.
But I’ll tell you what. Let’s just keep plugging along shall we. I’ll continue “writing” here with you as long as you’ll continue to take this organizational journey with me. My hope is that my passion for organizing will be contagious and over time start to rub off on you. That you may be motivated to make one small change and then another and then another until you take a look around and give a great big shout of joy as you realize that chaos and clutter don’t have to be permanent guests in your home. That you’ll have discovered a way, that works for you and your family, to kiss those two things goodbye for good!
Now that gets me fired up to continue and I hope it does for you as well. Together, we’ll do this!