Order

Things are crazy right now, to say the least. Throw some holiday madness fun into the mess, and well, chaotic is a much better word.

My mom got more bad news about her cancer.

I don't like that I can't control this. That it's not just a "pop some antibiotics and call me in two weeks" kind of situation. That, selfishly, I can't just call my parents and have them come wrestle with my son and love on my daughter for an evening.  I never thought I'd be raising my kids without my parents constantly around.

But, it is what it is.

And what it is...is a mess.

So, I need order.

And for me, that's meant becoming an independent consultant for 31.

ORGANIZE ALL THE THINGS.

I can't fix cancer.

I can't do a lot of things.

But I can buy and sell bags like champ, I hope.

Sure, there's the emotional side. The "my mom and I once talked about opening a closet organization business" side.  But really.  ORDER.  I can create order out of some of the tangible chaos. And, so, I will.

I'll put the 10,000 Hot Wheels and Monster Trucks that have taken over my life in cute embroidered bins, and boom. Instant relief.

Want to join me?