LISTENING TO YOUR “MIND CHATTER” IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS YOU CAN DO
I have desperately needed new bedroom furniture for years, literally YEARS. I still had my childhood chest of drawers that followed me from Brooklyn to New York City to Los Angeles to Westchester. It was falling apart (although furniture was much better quality back then – it was my mother’s before it was mine!) and I had a few other pieces that had followed me around to both coasts. My bedroom didn’t feel like a place of soft luxury; it felt like it was just holding place for my stuff. It didn’t feel relaxing to go to bed; it just …