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The post you’ve all been waiting for: The Office Re-Org! While most of you were having family time, buying last minute presents, and defrosting the turkey (or in my mom’s case, thinking enough days in the fridge would thaw the thing only to wake up on the 25th to a still-frozen bird), I was madly decluttering and reorganizing an office in Midtown Manhattan. Jealous much? My dear friend of

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I do not deny the irony of writing my last post about working through my procrastination with the help of my amazing life coach, Jenny Fenig, and then not writing for almost three months. I don't. In fact, I embrace it! It turns out, the lack of procrastination in all the other areas of my life have created a very busy schedule. One massive closet renovation (pix and post forthcoming), some

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It took me 30-odd years to acknowledge I actually needed people to get through life. For some reason I refused help in anything from day one, I thought needing others was a sign of weakness. In high school, my volleyball coach called me his Independent Wonder. I took much pride in not needing anyone for anything. That got me super far...away from functional relationships of any kind with myself

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What is it about reflection that sends us running for the hills?At my most neurotic and ungrounded moments, I often avoid the very things I need: exercise, eating well, but most of all meditation of any kind. It's not just that it is challenging, I'm afraid of what I'll realize or come to terms with. What if I realize I'm on the wrong path and I've been expending energy on something fruitless?

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In my continued quest to have the perfect arsenal of organic cleaning supplies, I picked up this spray a few weeks ago. Since I'm a marketer's dream and will believe anything I'm told by a label, I liked the fact that this was an All Purpose Spray. I'm slowly realizing I could really use one product in many ways but I bought several, so here we go.The first thing that attracted me to this

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I have a client who is resisting going back to the gym because she has an emotional release when she works out. She knows for the first 2 weeks, when things start to get intense…she’ll cry.I ran for years as an alternative to therapy. When my body could no longer take the intensity of my repression and my knee was a mess, I had to turn to other forms of exercise. The problem was, I was in such

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Many years ago I started on the path to health. And by that I mean: I wanted my ass to be smaller and I figured learning about food was the fastest way to do it (but that’s another post). Gradually, I’ve become remarkably healthy in my eating habits. I don’t eat dairy, eat little processed sugar, and am almost entirely vegetarian all because I feel so much better eating this way.Amazingly, it

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My recent gig in Florida reminded me that I've been so merciless with my wardrobe that I (rightly) got rid of roughly 98% of my summer clothing. The increasingly gorgeous weather here in NYC has made me realize if I didn't pick up some new pieces soon, my 1 pair of cargo pants and 3 tank tops were not going to keep me happy no matter how beautifully I accessorized.PROBLEM - lack of funds...and

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I am sorry to say that I am about to become one of Those People. One of Those People who uses only natural things to clean their house, food, body, etc. After zealously cleaning my dust covered apartment with standard furniture polish, bleach, and scrub (and inhaling these items)...I got wildly sick. I have not had such a clear reaction to chemical inhalation since I stained my bookcases a few

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