I was the Queen of Slobville for many, many years, but I recently abdicated my throne. Here's a brief history of my reign.
  1. 1989 - 1992
    I was an infant/small toddler during this time. The only vague memories I have are unrelated to cleanliness, so let's imagine little me as a little 👼
  2. 1993 - 1998
    The journey begins! I was so messy/smelly/unorganized and not in an adorable little kid kind of way. It was a "Do her parents BATHE her?!" kind of situation. I was always covered in dirt/mud/grass/paint/glue/anything that was hard to wash out and refused to take baths, brush my teeth, wear clean clothes, etc. My dad found this amusing. My mom... not so much. Also, my room and any spaces I occupied were obviously disasters. Marjory from Fraggle Rock and Pig-Pen were my aesthetic icons.
  3. 1999 - 2002
    Peak grossness level achieved! This is when I started hoarding/hiding snacks and candy in my room. Sounds like a brilliant idea, except that food goes bad and I couldn't be bothered to get rid of it. The result? YEARS of Halloween candy and who knows what else rotting in drawers. Hashtag cute!
  4. 2003 - 2007
    The high school years. Okay, I started to get a little bit better. Kind of. I discovered that drawers could be used to hide things and create the illusion of organization and cleanliness. Oh, and shout out to the space underneath my bed and my closet. (I didn't open that sucker for at least a year!) All of this was mostly fueled by embarrassment and worrying about friends would think, which in hindsight makes me a little sad. At least personal hygiene had drastically improved though!
  5. 2007 - 2011
    My habits began to change in college. I realized I'd be living (sometimes in the same tiny room) with other people and I wanted to be respectful. I was shy and afraid of conflict and didn't want a reason for my roommates to get mad at me, so I cleaned up after myself. (What a concept!) I hated it at first, but realized that I felt more relaxed and happier at home when I wasn't surrounded by crap. At one point, I became the second cleanest/most organized roommate in our house and I was like 😱💃
  6. 2011 - 2013
    After college, I wanted the experience of living on my own without roommates. Since I had picked up some better habits over the last few years, I was in fairly good shape. My first solo apartment was clean, but there were definitely some piles of clutter around. My drawers were a complete disaster and my closet was even worse. "Out of sight, out of mind" was basically my lifestyle and it worked for a while.
  7. 2013 - Now
    Eventually, I went nuts over all the chaos behind the doors and inside drawers. Just knowing that stuff was in disarray made me stressed out, especially when I realized how much time I was wasting trying to find things. I decided to downsize, big time. Now, all my spaces (office included) are super clean and organized. My entire wardrobe consists of less than 50 pieces (yep, accessories too!) and I feel like the minimalist that I've always been deep down is now flourishing.
  8. Da Future
    I'm not a naturally organized/clean person. It's something that I have to continue working on every day, but I kind of like it that way. I remind myself of how great I feel when I put in the effort to take care of my space and that keeps me motivated. I've learned that taking pride in your space (and yourself!) doesn't mean you need a fancy place and fancy things, it just means you're giving it a little love and a pat on the back. If you take care of your space, it'll take care of you!