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The Huffington Post – The Summer of De-Cluttering (It’s Okay to Tall to Your Sweaters)

Since dropping out of my long-standing and beloved book club (I still feel kind of bad about that), I’ve had the chance to dig into so much of the delicious nonfiction patiently waiting for me on my virtual nightstand. Some of my favorites have included Amy KrouseRosenthal’s Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Sheryl Sandberg’s Option B, Ariel Levy’s The Rules Do Not Apply and most recently Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project plusMarie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.

I am ridiculously envious of each of these authors’ amazing writing styles and have learned so much from their beautifully told stories. After staying up way too late a few nights in a row to read the last two, I felt like someone was really trying to tell me something. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or self editing notes

swirling around in my head, but I couldn’t seem to focus on any work project for a significant period of time without leaving my home office desk for a glance into my cluttered closets, overstocked bookshelves and expired staple food filled pantry. Read full article here.

The Huffington Post – The Misunderstood Exclamation Mark

I am not a big emoji user. I appreciate emojis for what they are – cute ways to express a feeling and that’s about it. The bitmojis (especially ones that look so true to life) do intrigue me, and I’m willing to use them a little bit more (no pun intended.) I’m definitely not of a fan of all the all caps type. I don’t like being screamed at in person, and I really don’t like being screamed at via email or text, and let’s face it, that’s really what the all caps type feels like. Read full article here.

The Huffington Post – I Feel Better About My Whole Life When I Shop at Trader Joe’s

I’ve never been a big fan of grocery shopping. I do it out of necessity as my family tells me they need to eat. I’ve sometimes marveled at those happy go lucky shoppers in the grocery store – you know the ones who seem to float through the aisles enjoying the challenge of picking out the perfectly ripe melon all the while swiftly crossing out items neatly written on their well-organized lists. That was never me – not even close. I waited as long as I could to hit the aisles, and my list consisted of random items scratched on half ripped receipts or a few notes that I emailed to myself only to forget what I meant when I sent them. It wasn’t pretty. Read full article here.