My hand glides like a sword into its sheath, and then, get’s jammed. Fuck, there’s too much shit in the way, what is that, how did it get in there? That’s how it used to be putting a hand into my pockets, and I had enough of the frustration of searching through my pockets for the item I needed. Thus began the journey of designing my pocket system.
know you’re perfect and always on time, but I sure have. Whenever I do I feel terrible, it’s always my goal to be integral with people and do what I say I’m going to do. So when I miss a meeting or forget something I get quite upset with myself.
Now if you live in Scottsdale, Chandler, or Gilbert you likely don’t see as many, but if you live in Downtown Phoenix as I do, or if you have ever been there, or to any big cities downtown then you’ve probably been approached by someone with frayed, dirty, stained clothing with a tan seared onto their face and forearms who is asking you for money, food, or booze.
We could all use a little extra cash to cover some living expenses, a fun weekend out on the town, or maybe just a few extra bottles of wine to curl up with by the fire. Or ooo, how about a spa day!
I feel like a little kid right after opening that birthday present they’ve been waiting for for weeks that mom said they weren’t going to get. That’s my level of excitement towards executing on this idea.
You just have too much stuff. Stuff here, stuff there and let’s be real, most of that stuff you don’t use and it just sits there. Not just in your home though, in a dark space in the back of your mind. You’ve clearly considered getting rid of some of the stuff or else you wouldn’t be reading this right now.
Look at that mess. Really, get up, and go look at the mess. You’ve been trying to avoid it. Hiding it away behind closet doors, cabinets, and under the bed, I know all the tricks. It’s time to confront the problem head-on though, you’ve put it off for too long and it’s only going to get worse. Why? Because you keep putting it off because it feels too overwhelming.
