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?
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