My Happy Place


I’ve spent the last 3 weeks decluttering my house. It’s part of my getting rid of things that no longer serve me, which includes the first 15 lbs I’ve lost on my new program. I feel lighter, happier, more energetic than I have in a long time. I’m letting go. Not long ago, I would have panicked to see the things I’ve accumulated leave, having worked so hard for them. In my marriage, I had to fight for everything I wanted and needed, so when I went off on my own, I started to acquire things. These things made me happy for a brief moment, followed by regret, but still they represented something to me – my freedom. But now I don’t need these tangible things to make me feel I am the one in control of my life. I have that inside feeling of peace (finally). It’s all coming together, or should I say, leaving together – the things, the weight, the regrets and anger and resentment. I’ve found my happy place.

With the help of my sister, my niece and my nephew, I’ve transformed my work area from chaos and clutter to cool. The mood is chill, the air smells like calendar and peppermint that I have diffusing in the room, and the lighting is subtle – white Christmas lights. My dog is snoring on the landing just above my desk, one cat is in her cozy bed at my feet and the other is draped over the couch behind me. All around the room are the things that make me happy and alive. Here are just a few of the things in my room:

Pens and inspiration

Pens and inspiration

Cubes from Ikea

Room with Penny