I Still Put My Clothes on the Floor

When I go to take a shower, a bath, or even just change into my jammies at night, the clothes still end up outside the hamper.

Every time.

Many months ago, when I first noticed this, I started to shame myself. Look at me. I’m a professional organizer, and I can’t even put my clothes in the hamper? What good am I?

But the difference now is this: When I put my clothes on the floor, I notice.

And because there’s so much clutter that’s not there anymore, the clothes stick out. They’re obvious. They don’t get lost in a sea of chaos. They stand alone, easy to spot, and easy to pick up when I’m ready.

That’s progress. That’s the work I’ve done.

That’s how I know my life is freer, even though I still have ADHD.

There were a few different ways I could have handled this so-called “clothing debacle”:

• I could have made a rigid rule about always putting the clothes in the hamper

• I could have moved the hamper to a more “convenient” location

• I could have doubled down on shame and used that as motivation

  
  

But I chose something else: I chose not to care.

Because I know my brain seeks perfection, and perfection keeps me trapped. This little rebellion, this act of letting clothes hit the floor, reminds me that I don’t need to follow all the rules. That I’m not meant to fit in a box.

I tried fitting in boxes for far too long.

The other night, I saw my husband’s clothes on the floor next to the bed. I instinctively went to toss them in the hamper but paused to ask if he was done with them first.

He gave me those puppy dog eyes, the kind that said “I know I should let you do it, but I don’t want to.”

Turns out, they were his “comfort clothes,” and he planned to wear them again the next day.

So I laid them gently back down. Right where he left them.

And you know what?It was a lesson in trust.

I trust that he’ll handle his clothes. And I trust that if I see them there again tomorrow, it’s not a problem. Also, for the record, he does laundry like a damn champion. So I’ll take the floor clothes in exchange for that any day.

But maybe the biggest lesson? This is about trusting myself.

I don’t have to be perfect to be successful. I don’t have to have an immaculate home to teach others how to build trust and clarity in theirs.

This whole moment, even writing this blog, feels like a little inner child healing exercise.I used to get yelled at for leaving my clothes on the floor. Now I’m doing it and thriving as an adult.

And that? That’s healing. That’s hilarious. And that’s enough.

I have a podcast. I run a business. I have incredible clients. I teach people how to trust themselves.

And yes, I still throw my clothes on the floor.

And that’s okay.

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