My robot vacuum ate some of my jigsaw puzzle pieces and I didn't discover the crime scene until I emptied the dustbin a week later. A funny mishap turned into a meditation on how one new variable can throw off a trusted routine—and why, when we're overwhelmed, small problems can feel enormous.

I'm a sucker for a YouTube video about self-improvement. Over the years I've consumed thousands of hours of content about decluttering and organizing and minimalism and cleaning and building better habits and maximizing my productivity. For a while I found this content really helpful. But I feel like more these days, I instead get an unsettling pit in my stomach and a whispered voice in my head that says, you'll never be improved enough. Despite all your hard work, you stil

I don’t think we talk enough about the value of a peaceful, streamlined environment for combatting overwhelm. We might talk a good game about how nice it is to have a clean house and the laundry done and no piles on the kitchen counter. But we don't do (or don't know how to do) the work to get us there.

As an HSP I absolutely hate "busy" (which for me equals overwhelm), and I'm on a mission to obliterate it for myself—and, I hope, for all of you, my wonderful readers.

I've been thinking a lot about productivity and perfectionism. And let me be someone who can reassure you: not every day needs to be (or even can be) a superhero day ... go easy on yourself.

Do you make New Year's resolutions? I don't—hear me out.

Anyone stressed as the holidays kick into high gear? My hand is raised.