See It, Use It, Keep It
I used to just shove things in bins and forget about them, constantly searching for misplaced items. Discovering transparent storage, like clear bins and glass cabinets, has been a game-changer for keeping my space organized and remembering what I own.
Messy Neurons, Messier House
Right, so, let me tell you, every place I’ve ever lived seems to sprout these… well, piles. Bits and pieces of life, you know? Papers, socks, you name it. For ages, I figured I was just a bit of a mess, not really cut out for being all neat and tidy. Chaos piles, I called them, and sort of accepted it. Then I heard about this term, DOOM piles, and it was like a lightbulb moment. Suddenly, it wasn't just my weird thing, it was… a thing. And that changed everything about how I saw my messy spaces, and myself, really.
When Doom Piles Turn Into Doom Rooms
Every place I seem to land, there's a pile. Bits and bobs, odds and ends, things meant to be put away, but never quite making it. For years, I just thought I wasn't good at being "organized," and left it at that, a little island of chaos in my space. It was just… stuff. Then, I stumbled upon a way to actually talk about these piles, a name for this very particular kind of disarray. And suddenly, it wasn't just me.
Dopamine Dating and the Thrill of Unmasking
In my 20s, I thrived on the thrill of the chase, but the rush always faded, leaving me feeling unseen. Now, in my 30s, I'm learning to embrace authenticity and seek meaningful connections, navigating the highs and lows of dating with newfound grace and clarity.
Tasting Trumpets: Seeing Sounds
The other night, after a comedy show, I found myself locked in conversation, explaining something I’d always just assumed was universal—numbers and letters have personalities. One is masculine, two is feminine, five is basically Angelica from Rugrats. It wasn’t until much later, after a whirlwind of life experiences and an ADHD diagnosis, that I realized my brain wasn’t quite following the standard blueprint. Learning the name for my experience—synesthesia—didn't just validate it, it made me make more sense.
