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When I was a child my mother would close the door to my room because it was such a huge mess. As a teen, one entire wall was a bulletin board, full of memorabilia, notes, funnies, and even my hat collection hung there. I loved stuff. Shiny, colorful stuff.
For a long time as an organizer, I thought I was the only Professional Organizer like this, kind of hiding the fact that it was hard for me to stay organized. But I found out that a lot of organizers have the same struggles and are doing their best to keep systems going while enjoying right brainy-ness and reveling in creativity.















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