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So I'm probably a hoarder. #AmWriting

Before I moved to Arizona, I purged. I kept only what was necessary. I made countless trips to Goodwill to get rid of stuff that I didn't need. I was going to live lightly. Just a shadow of a carbon footprint and all that. I kept family photos, kids' artwork and awards -- you know the drill. Stuff that matters!


Only I actually didn't. I kept so much crap that I don't want in my new house. I'm opening boxes thinking, what the heck is wrong with me? Do I belong on the "Hoarders" show? Because I have an awful lot of things that don't really matter. Will they find me buried in paperwork and Fiona's excrement? Okay, probably not because I am clean -- I mean, I should own stock in Mr. Clean sponges and Clorox.

The one happy note is if they find me buried in my stuff, it will be in pretty boxes from Burberry and Ulta/Sephora.

We all have coping skills for living a life we don't want. Apparently, mine was hoarding crap I didn't need. Life sucks? You know what you need? A new red lipstick. Get out there! The devil on my shoulder said. Not being able to get to the computer and write had a profound effect on me and it wasn't good. I am here today to tell you, if you're living a life you don't want to live? Change it. Do whatever you can to change it. I am so grateful to have friends who helped me change it because I didn't know how stuck I was. They helped me get unstuck.

This morning, my house is filled with junk I should have left behind or donated. But I'm in Starbucks writing. I have an amazing view of the mountains from my new Starbucks and people are actually friendly here. I feel at home already and I'm writing. I'm no Shakespeare, but words are in my blood. I've had them used against me like a sword, but as Maya Angelou says, "But still, like air, I'll rise."

And I hope this experience will show me how to pay it forward. So the next person can rise. Underneath their Sephora boxes and spurned lipsticks. Or whatever their escape may be. God has a plan for each of us, but sometimes, we get off course.

This is Colleen Coble and me in Mexico on the Sea of Cortez. This trip changed my life and gave me a new direction/perspective. Colleen invited me on their family vacation and though I felt awkward crashing their reunion, it was exactly what I needed. Sometimes, your friends see the future that you can't imagine for yourself. May you have at least one person in your life like that. And now back to Starbucks and writing.

I started a new Chick Lit set in Little Italy, San Diego. It's time to laugh again. And maybe get rid of some crap while I'm at it.