Listen to this!

Today on Twitter and Facebook I mentioned that my to dos for today include:

1. Finish newsletter. There's still time to sign up before this issue goes out.

2. Make granola. My favorite is based off of this recipe. But I've tweaked it a bit. Way more nuts (whole almonds, walnuts, pecans!), vanilla, cinnamon and salt (coarse ground sea salt!). I'd be happy to share specifics.

3. Put finishing touches on the Declutter Happy Hour e-course. The class goes live on Thursday, June 18th. Until then use the code HappyHour and get $40 bucks off. After that regular prices for the decluttering magic that is the Happy Hour.

4. Listen to finches singing. You can listen too with this short audio clip of the music outside my window. Singing Birds

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June 16th, 2009

A veritable smorgasbord of fun things!

Oh my goodness so much going on here at Chez Where Did Spring Go?

We have climbed mountains. Literally! I finally reached the summit of Mt. Hood. I've been trying to blog about it, but it was just such an amazing experience, it's hard to put it into words. So here are pictures!. At 1,000 words a pop X 18 pictures, that's practically a novella! I'm sure I'll come up with some actual words though.

To follow that up, we climbed Mt. Saint Helens again. Nothing like staring into the crater of a volcano to create a sense of awe!

Here's a little video to give you a taste:

I bought a new microphone! Which means fun times coming up making recordings. That is if my neighbor ever stops playing that one damn riff he learned on the electric guitar last summer. Seriously. It's not even a song. It's awful. And he, I assume it's a he, but that could be bad gender bias on my part, anyway the awful guitarist, plays this same riff over, and over, and over. For hours at a time. I have been known to exaggerate, but this is not an exaggeration. Yesterday from 1pm until 6pm.

And finally, my wonderful co-teacher Janine Adams and I turned Declutter Happy Hour into an e-course. I'm very excited about this, because it opens the doors for anyone to take it anytime. Take a look at the info page and let me know what you think. Also, if it's something you're interested in, remember to use the Pre-Launch discount code HappyHour to get your special price.

In case you're wondering what I'm doing helping people declutter, check out my guest post on IttyBiz if you missed it when Naomi first published it.

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June 11th, 2009

A beautiful new journal. Yikes!

Last month I received a journal for my birthday. It's beautiful, handmade and local. The paper looks and feels wonderful. It's a nice size. It stays open. I was excited to write in it. Now, that might not seem revolutionary, after all, that's what journals are born to do, be written (or drawn) in. However, when I opened it up and felt excited to write in it, it felt different.
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In the past, I'd feel a strange combination of excitement and angst. Love for the paper, the book, the place — a beautiful place — to house my thoughts. Then the angst would kick in.

It was always difficult to just start writing. I'd start several pages in, leaving blanks in the front, or wait until I came up with the perfect purpose for the new journal. If I did start writing, it wouldn't last long. No great surprise there, it just wasn't fun! It was too damn stressful.

So, I accumulated a collection of mostly empty journals. Most of them gifts, lovingly chosen and offered gifts, that I stashed away, because looking at them left me feeling a bit sad.

A revelation

I didn't really realize I had been doing this most of my life until recently. I read something somewhere, I wish I could remember where, about the angst someon had when they had a new journal. Until I read that, I hadn't given my journal habit much thought.

When I started reflecting, I realized quickly that this angst was at play. But why? Or perhaps more helpfully, how?

As I think about it now, it seems a lot of it was about "getting it right." I've explored this in the past, when I talked about having fun while I was making lots of mistakes and when I fired my internal editor and hired my dead uncle. So, yes, this is a theme for me. And for lots of my clients too.

So, I started to wonder about how "getting it right" was influencing my feelings about journals. First I thought about the power of the written word. I love books, loved them since before I could read. The written word has been very powerful for me. And, it seems that I had the same belief for my own writing. If I was going to write it down, it should be right, right?

A pretty funny belief to have about, or to question, in your own thoughts. They're your thoughts. No right or wrong. They just are. Your thoughts I mean.

So over the last few years I've been challenging these beliefs that keep me from being anything but my honest self, and was thrilled by the surprise experience of getting a new journal and being excited to write in it. In fact this post, was started in that journal.

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April 14th, 2009

Spring Hike and Early Bird Price

I'm just headed out the door for the first hike of spring. The weather report says we have a 50/50 chance of staying dry.

Before I go, I wanted to remind you that today, March 21, is the last day to get the early bird discount on Declutter Happy Hour. I hope you'll join us!

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March 21st, 2009

Newsletter: The Cost of Clutter

(As promised here's the main article from my March newsletter.)

When you want to do your thing, or even just spend some time figuring it out, does other stuff get in the way? Sometimes it's "stuff" (picture big finger quotes) like a crammed schedule, tight finances or family responsibilities. Other times, it's actual stuff, as in physical clutter.

It can show up in different ways. Maybe you'd love to get started on an artsy-craftsy thing, but the spare bedroom, which would make a perfect studio, is full. Or you'd like to sit at your desk and write, but the stacks of papers threaten to fall in on you. Maybe you really want to experiment in the kitchen more, but finding the utensils you need is a nightmare.

Not only does clutter create these physical barriers, it can be physically draining. It can suck your energy until you don't have any extra left to fan that small spark of creativity you're protecting inside you.

Clutter Is Surprisingly Complex

Professional Organizer Janine Adams and I have been talking a lot about clutter lately. It seems like it shouldn't be such a big deal. Pick up the stuff, put it away or get rid of it.

But it's often not that easy.

Janine works with people and their clutter every day and for most of the people she works with, there's a lot more going on. It's not unusual for there to be tears shed in her decluttering sessions. Why should decluttering make someone cry?

Janine explains it like this: The emotions behind the clutter are what that make things so complicated. For many chronically disorganized people, their stuff represents so much more than just stuff. Hanging on to things (or acquiring things) can have emotional roots. It might stem from what they were told when they
were brought up. Or maybe they got in trouble as a child for throwing something valuable away. It might be a finely honed sense of responsibility that prevents them from discarding something. Or it might be what the items in question represent to them. There are many emotional sources of clutter.

Practice

When you think about the stuff that is preventing you from embracing your thing, is clutter on the list? If it is, try these steps to help you understand clutter and gently ease it from your life.

1. Ask yourself, how does clutter block you from your thing.

2. What would you be able to do if you didn't have this clutter?

3. Choose a physical area where you'd like to focus your attention; it should be large/important enough that you'll see a difference, but not so big as to become overwhelming.

4. Start with one thing. Ask yourself if you want to keep it or discard it. If the answer's discard, move on to the next item. If it's keep, then continue with the questions.

5. If you want to keep it, does it have a home? If it does, put it away. If it doesn't, yep, that's right stick with the questions.

6. What's important to you about this particular thing, what does it represent?

7. Knowing that, is it still important to keep it?

8. Remind yourself of #2 above as often as you need to.

I'd love it if you'd try this and let me know how it goes, or share your favorite way to take care of clutter.

If you'd like more help with decluttering, take a look at this new teleclass that starts March 31, Declutter Happy Hour. The early bird discount ends March 21!

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March 20th, 2009

Why Do I Care About Your Clutter?

deskbeforeSince I introduced my new thing (If you haven't yet, check it out, I'm ridiculously excited about it!) I've gotten some questions about why I'd be focusing on clutter or organization. "It's not helping people create and do what they love," they'd say.

And, they'd be right. And, they'd be wrong. See, clutter, can block you from what you love in so many ways. It:

  • Takes up space in your home or office, so you don't have room to do what you love.
  • Uses money because you have to buy stuff because you can't find what you need, so you don't have money to spend on what you love.
  • Sucks up energy and brain power, beating yourself up over the clutter, so you don't have the energy to do what you love.

These are just a few of the way that clutter can block you. If you have issues with clutter, and many creative-types do, you probably have your own spin on these issues. And if clearing the clutter will help you dissolve the blocks that have been holding you back, then I'm in!

The other reason is that I know from first hand experience how much clutter can slow you down and keep you from what you love. Clutter has been an issue for me.

Warning confession ahead! That cluttered desk in the picture? I wish I could tell you it's a stock photo, but it's mine. It's how my desk looked this morning when I sat down to work. And you know what? I sat there for a moment, overwhelmed by all that stuff and I couldn't even put two thoughts together. I mean, creative thoughts about Declutter Happy Hour or writing a post or doing any of the other things that are on my to do list.

The only thoughts I had were of that voice in my head saying mean things. You know like, "What's wrong with you? Why do you always let things get like this?" Years ago this would have turned into a barrage of snark, leading to bad feelings that would have paralyzed me. But now I have techniques and professional organizer Janine Adams and the awesome ability to notice when I'm not really making things better by being mean to myself so I can take a step back, check in with myself, and find out what would really help.

Today, the answer wasn't surprising: deskafterClear off my desk and then start work. Concerned that the piles would take up too much time (they were at least four inches high) I set the timer for 15 minutes and decided that whatever was left at that point would get set to the side, and I'd deal with it later.

No need for that. I handled the entire mess in exactly 15 minutes. Then I could get creative with the teleclass, write this post, and you know, just think clearly with all that extra space on my desk and in my brain.

Oh, just in case you aren't on the list, tomorrow I'll post my last newsletter about clutter, complete with some steps to help you handle it easily.

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March 19th, 2009

Ridiculously Proud of Myself

I recently had the amazing and talented Kate Harding migrate my website from Textpattern to WordPress. It was a little scary, but she was wonderful and did an amazing job. I've been messing around with it now for a few days, changing content, trying to understand how it all works, playing with the widgets and plug-ins I can use now that I'm using WordPress.

One of the plug-ins I've been dying to use is CommentLuv. Kate set it up for me. And then, when I started receiving new comments, I noticed that the CommentLuv text looked horrible! It was bright white and the text was barely legible. I looked at the settings, tried to make sense of them and gave up.

Today I spent a little more time with it, and figured out how to change the colors and adjust it. Now, it looks great. Yay for me!

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March 7th, 2009

Hello block, how are you today?

Well good morning Mr. Block. Lovely seeing you again. Just in case you aren't that swift, that last sentence was indeed dripping with sarcasm. Well, I can't stand it anymore. I have things to say, and you are blocking me. What's the deal?

I close my eyes and I'm nose to nose with this great, dark wall. This huge insurmountable thing, it obscures everything. It's dark and scary and seems like it could engulf me, if it wasn't so solid and thick.

Well no wonder I'm having trouble getting started! That is one big freaky writer's block. And then I notice my competitive streak is waking up, "Insurmountable, pshaw. We can do this, don't be a wimp, let's pound it to a pulp and breakthrough to the other side!"

Wait, wait, wait. Now how can beating myself up help? Because yes, despite having all these conversations with all these different things, I realize this is all part of me. I don't want to force myself, I don't want to be mean to myself, I don't want to make myself do it.
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I close my eyes again and take a step back. A sliver of gorgeous blue sky appears. Another step back, and another, looking all around me. I'm standing in the middle of this beautiful meadow, with a creek running behind me. Lovely trees, wild flowers, mountains in the distance.

That big dark foreboding block? It's an old falling down rock wall. The mortar has turned to dust. A gentle tap and the rocks tumble down. It only seemed like a big, horrible, insurmountable wall because I had my nose pressed up against it. A step back, a little perspective, some gentle questioning, and like magic, I write.

Image by hball via flickr, used under a creative commons license.

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March 6th, 2009

Sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to, and it's even better

In the summer of 2007 I climbed my first mountain. It was Mt. Saint Helen’s our local active volcano. When I wrote about that climb, I wasn’t ready to admit I was hooked, but I was. There was something so elemental about standing on top of that mountain. It's hard to describe that feeling of awe. I just knew I wanted to experience it again.

So, last year I took the Basic Climbing Education Program through The Mazamas, a local mountaineering organization. I climbed Mt. Adams and Middle Sister, both awesome experiences. But the one summit I really wanted to reach was Mt. Hood.

When you live in the Portland area, Mt. Hood, takes on this iconic role. The weather is gauged on whether or not you can see the mountain, you take visitors there, photos of downtown Portland with Mt. Hood as the backdrop are ubiquitous.

A climb of Mt. Hood last year was abandoned because of the high avalanche danger. I continued training. Conditions looked good this past weekend, so we tried it again. I really wanted to stand on that summit and experience the awe again.

When R, G and I arrived at Timberline at 3:30am, conditions looked great. It was cold about 12 degrees, but skies were clear, the wind was calm. We started up the mountain around 4am. Things were going just fine, until we ran into fellow Mazamas climbers at about 8000 feet. They were headed back down. The wind was really picking up at higher elevations, and it was getting icier.

We kept on going. We wanted to get up past Crater Rock and make the call whether or not we'd continue or head back down. The sunrise was stunning. Orange highlighted the Cascade Range. We could even see the tip of Mt. Shasta in Northern California.

Just as we were coming around the right side of Crater Rock, nearing Devil's Kitchen (where steam and sulphur escape fumaroles and you're reminded that this really is a volcano), we came upon two climbers. One was on his phone, the other looking at us oddly. Turns out he had just fallen and dislocated his shoulder, his friend was calling 911.

The injured climber was shivering uncontrollably, starting to show the classic signs of hypothermia. We dropped our packs and started to help. We got him on an insulated pad, and gave him handwarmers. My friend G wisely had taken the Mazamas First Aid Course. He stabilized his arm and shoulder with bandages, and a zipped up down coat. We got some hot tea, Advil, and Gu (a sugar and electrolyte paste) into him.

Help wasn't going to be able to reach us for awhile. Since his legs, back and neck were unhurt, we decided to get him down to the top of the Palmer lift the highest point a SnoCat can climb. I wasn't going to get the thrill of standing on the Mt. Hood summit this time.

R had the climber put his good arm around his neck, and R held him securely around the waist, and they started on their way down. Because of the steepness and ice, they had to do a slow, sideways dance, zig-zagging back and forth down the mountain. The rest of us packed up the pair's belongings and added the gear to our loads. Another climber showed up to help, after hearing about the incident on his radio.

We made our way slowly down, stopping to let the climber rest, sip some water, eat another Gu when he needed to. About 30 minutes into the trip down, it hit me. I thought I'd have to reach the summit to get that indescribable feeling of awe again. But instead I found it on the side of the mountain on the way down, watching strangers help each other.

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February 2nd, 2009

It's NOT about never getting stuck again

Do you ever just wake up sometimes and feel sad? No reason, no easy to figure out reason anyway. Just there you are feeling a little down. Or anxious. Or just out of sorts, a bit stuck. What happens next?

Do you think, "oh no, what is wrong with me, I'm feeling this again?" Or do you remember that this feeling you're having, will come and go. There's no greater meaning in it. I love when my clients begin to understand that the less they fight, the less they push, the kinder and gentler they are with themselves, the quicker they move out of the stuck space.

This is a tough one though. It so often brings up a fear of, if I don't push, if I don't make myself get out of this place, I'll be here forever.

There are a gazillion cliches I could share now: This too shall pass, What you resist persists, you know, you've heard them, and I don't need to go through them all. I'll share something with you, while they may be true it still pisses me off when someone says them when I need to hear them the most.

So, rather than that, how about a little kind curiosity?

Notice what it is that you're fighting against. What if it were a person, a friend, a child? What would you say to that friend? What would you do for them?

Perhaps you'd just listen. Let them pour their heart out on your kind shoulder.

Maybe you'd suggest some physical comfort: a nice cup of tea, a quiet walk, bowling (sometimes you need to throw heavy objects at things and knock them over).

Sometimes a healthy distraction is in order, like a movie or a book.

It doesn't matter so much what you do, but rather how you approach it. It's NOT about never getting stuck again. It's about how much kindness can you offer yourself when you do.

Have you started practicing this? Do you do something else? Share your experiences in the comments!

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January 15th, 2009