
Working on getting rid of the word "someday" from my life and from the lives of those around me.
When I was 12 years old, I decided that someday I would live in the south of France and write. I even went to Quebec for three months when I was 15 to learn French.
I then submerged this dream and got on with living in Toronto: going to school, getting a job, having relationships, buying my house and finally starting my own business as a Professional Organizer.
As I worked with more of my clients to help them clear away the physical and emotional clutter in their lives, I realized that the word "someday" was blocking them in so many ways. Since I strongly believe in living an easy life , I encouraged my clients to get rid of the word "someday".
But something didn't feel right. I felt vaguely like a hypocrite. It wasn't until I was talking to a friend who was taking a round the world trip that I realized what it was. I had a twenty-five year old "someday" hanging over me. I couldn't successfully have others get rid of the word "someday" if I had my own.
So, I decided to sell the house, get rid of my stuff and move to the south of France to write.
I've now finished my first novel, live in San Sebastian, Spain.
Enjoy!