About Me
Did you know that the average home has over 300,000 possessions? Imagine what it would look like if everything was sprawled out on your living room floor. I’m here to tell you: It’s very overwhelming.
I was someone who held onto everything. I grew up during a time when kids typically only received things for holidays and birthdays. I was grateful for what I had, even when it was often a damaged hand-me-down. That amazing feeling of getting something “new,” even if it was only new to me, filled a void in my life - a void that was left empty from being the youngest of three children. I held onto things every chance I got. I sought love through belongings, treating them as though they loved me back. Whether it was the last stuffed animal gifted from my Nana that I’d never see again, or a piece of scrap paper that had a bunch of scribbles from me practicing printing my name. My “stuff” became my identity - an identity that I would seek to find for many years to come.
After having to move roughly ten times in 25 years, I’ve learned that if you want to keep your friends, it’s best not to have too much stuff when they help you move. Traveling down a long road of health and financial issues, a series of significant losses, and a desire for some serious soul-searching, I had come to a stop.
I began cleaning houses in 2011. It gave me purpose. There was instant gratification in making someone else’s “stuff” look and feel better, without actually having to hold onto it myself. I gradually became obsessed with keeping things neat, tidy, and clean. I removed emotions from tangible items, learning how to let things go. Understanding the correlation between the item itself and the emotion behind it was astonishing. My journey of self-discovery became my way of life, but I felt lost. An excessive amount of stuff caused chaos, instability, and disharmony.
No matter how much I downsized or removed emotions from physical belongings, I still seemed to have more than what I needed. The quantity of possessions was soon taking over my ability to think clearly and get past a roadblock. I was helping others with their needs, but I couldn’t help myself with mine. I had to keep driving forward.
I read self-help books, talked to therapists, and failed at journaling dozens of times. I asked the universe to give me a sign.
A visit to a psychic left me repeating what she said in my mind for several years to come: “I don’t know what you do for a living, but you will work on a very personal level with clients.” Was cleaning not personal? After so many years, I had learned people’s laundry detergent brand, bathroom routines, and watched their grandchildren grow up. What isn’t personal about that?
Then a friend randomly recommended a book about Feng Shui. Being introduced by a cousin many moons ago, I decided to take a chance. I amateurishly dabbled with the concept for several years. After moving for yet another time, I thought I’m doing it right this time.
I decluttered like nobody’s business - I couldn’t find enough stuff to purge and donate. I wanted to live a simple life - efficient and completely void of useless tchotchkes, but without looking like I had yet to unpack from the move. The house became a model home for Feng Shui. When out of nowhere, the universe took the wheel….
A random weeknight while watching TV, I envisioned the psychic’s statement in a bubble above my head. FENG SHUI!!! It does get more personal than cleaning! I didn’t even wait for a commercial break when I researched Feng Shui certification schools. I read my first online textbook the next day.
I could not believe how well Feng Shui worked! My mind became crystal clear when I had removed all the obstacles from unnecessary possessions, strategically placed my furniture, and enhanced each room with very specific Elements. I could have felt like this years ago if I was not so weighed down both physically and mentally by clutter.
Here I am today; and there is nothing that would be more rewarding than to pass my knowledge and skills onto others so they can follow their own destined roads. I learned I was not at a stop sign. It was only a yield, waiting for the right moment to move forward. I followed the signs and found my destination. I found my way home and call it: Home Remedy Interior Solutions.
