Author: Steff Knecht

Cleaning Out My Closet

clutter stands between you

Something very strange happened on Saturday afternoon. Anyone who knows us, knows how truly strange it is…We didn’t have anything scheduled to do. We had a soccer game scheduled for 7:40 a.m. but our daughter was recovering from a virus so we couldn’t go. The rest of the day was WIDE OPEN. It was absolutely amazing. I made it my goal to stay in my big, comfy sweatpants all day and I succeeded. Hey…Small victories can have a big impact. 😉

My ankle has been bothering me so it was important that I took it easy for a few days. I took advantage of the laid back free day and decided to clean out my closet. (I know, not THAT taking it as easy as I should, but we’ll save that for another day.) I have attempted to clean out my closet before and it has only resulted in my pulling a few pieces of clothing out and the rest stayed the same. This time I was determined to do it right. I got online and read about 10 different articles on how to clean out your closet and combined the ideas.

I pulled every single item out of the closet, including shoes, purses, and belts and I started going through it. I first found my Closetfavorite things that I loved and wore on a regular basis and I put them in one pile. Then I pulled out everything that needs mended or sent to the dry cleaner and put them in another pile. Everything left from there was sorted into three categories: keep, maybe and donate. When I finished sorting, I went back to my maybe pile.  If I hadn’t worn it in a year, if it didn’t fit correctly, or it wasn’t flattering, I moved it to the donate pile. When I moved everything back into my closet, I organized it by color. Isn’t it pretty? See the picture to the right. I even organized my shoes by types of shoes and nicely organized my scarves and hats. From start to finish, it took me several hours but it was so worth it. I now look in my closest and I can clearly see what I  have to wear and I can coordinate outfits easier. When I open the closet door it makes me smile. It is light and bright. It just feels good.

I’ve always been a more of a messy person. (Right Mom and Dad?) I have read that right-brained people tend to be messier people because their brain is wired differently then left-brained. So I just need to work a little harder to stay organized. A cluttered space means a cluttered mind. The clutter and disorganization competes for space in our minds and therefore making it harder to concentrate and think clearly. We know our thoughts create our world, and I for one, don’t want to be creating chaos and clutter. Life can be complicated enough as it is.

I am going to make a list of all the things in my house that could use a little de-cluttering and see what else I can clean out.  The three main places I spend my time are my house, my car and my office. It is my focus to keep all three of those spaces as beautiful as possible. I’m clearing out the clutter. I’m clearing out the road blocks. I’m concentrating on creating the beautiful spaces in my beautiful life. Won’t you join me?

Authentically,

Steff

Clutter isn't just in your home

Steff Versus…Steff

realmeasurementsYep the dreaded internal dialog going on between me and myself. That battle inside my brain second guessing decisions and questioning my worth from time to time.  I saw a picture  last night and immediately started critiquing my appearance. I feel compelled to write about it. IT happens. Especially when for so many years we are told we should behave a certain way, look a certain way, do what others do, etc. How do we measure our self worth? We look at others and compare ourselves. The times we aren’t doing that, we listen to that little voice inside that says, “You’re not good enough/You’re not qualified for the promotion/You’re not pretty enough/etc.”  That is so wrong I know, but I still catch myself doing it .  I’m SURE you don’t do that though…(wink, wink).  Well, I do and I’m not afraid to admit it either.  I figure the more we talk about it with each other, the less of a problem it will be. Perhaps it will help us to love and support each other knowing that we are all fighting some sort of a battle with ourselves.

Last night when I became aware of my negative self talk, I acknowledged it and let it go. The negativity was not me, just my ego and I didn’t have to listen. I acknowledged my ego and dismissed it as false. I am happy with who I am so why should I let that little voice make me doubt myself. I am perfect the way I am…totally imperfect.

As we show up in life as our true selves, we are allowing everyone else to do the same. So as hard as it might be, it’s time to break those patterns of comparing ourselves to others, or looking at someone and putting them down (out loud OR in your brain) for not living up to certain standards. We need to celebrate our uniqueness and be grateful for each other. The only person we need to be better than is the person we were yesterday. I saw something like that on Pinterest. Pretty good, right?? See pin here. 

For darned sure, we need to be kind to others, but we also need to be kind to ourselves. If we aren’t nice to ourselves, who can we expect to? I have to continually remind myself that part of embracing being “Authentically Steff” is learning to love myself for exactly who I am.  For instance,my weight. I want to be healthy and strong. So yes, I have some goals for myself that I’d like to achieve, but I’m also enjoying my body for right where it is now. I don’t typically even look at the scale anymore because that number doesn’t mean anything to me. As long as I am happy, I feel good, I’m taking care of myself and I have the energy and strength to live the life that I want to live, then that’s all that matters. The scale can’t measure any of that.

I have made PLENTY of mistakes in my life (and I will make more). I can’t change any of them. Actually, the true “Steff”  is learning to embrace them. Those mistakes, as dreadful as they might have been at the time, have helped me become who I am now.  This kind of goes along the same lines as not crying over spilled milk. We shouldn’t cry about our mistakes. Mistakes mean we are trying. So pick up the pieces when possible, learn from the mistakes, be proud for trying and keep going.

Really all this is about is ego any way. Ego is nothing more than forgetting that we are all connected to each other and from the same source. We are all equal. There is no reason to doubt ourselves or compare ourselves to other.We are no worse or no better than anyone else. We all have the same potential and have within in us the same light. We are all equally powerful, equally wonderful and yet beautifully unique. How cool is that?! I think it is pretty freaking amazing.

Authentically,

Steff

Lessons from My Children

I know that as parents it is our responsibility to teach our children and keep them safe. But often times, when I’m paying attention my kids are teaching me at the same time.  After a parent/teacher conference last week for one of our kids, I was feeling especially impressed and inspired by their effort and development as an individual. I was thinking about it all day  and feel compelled to share a few lessons that I have learned from them. There are MANY more things I have learned from them, but let’s just start with these…

1. It’s okay to color outside the lines or to use an unexpected color in a picture. Trees crayonslook awesome pink after all! I  appreciate the creativity and need to remember myself sometimes that things don’t have to be perfect. As long as I like what I am creating and having fun working on a project, that’s all that really matters. Different is good. Uniqueness makes things stand out in a good way and if love is put into it then only love can be portrayed. In life, I encourage the kids (and myself) to color outside the lines and try new things. Just because we are told or made to feel we should look a certain way or do what everyone else does, we don’t have to. We are free to be whoever we want to be.

2. The “Buddy System” works.  When I watch my daughter interact with her friends, they do EVERYTHING together and usually they’re even holding hands. Sometimes it’s nice to have a friend just to be there with you – even for the simple, every day things. I am so grateful for my friends and our buddy system. With friends, you feel like you can conquer the world! I aim to be that friend as well, always there to hold out my hand and offer support.

3. Sometimes all you need is a good cry. In the moment of frustration or not getting what they want, kids often cry. More so when they’re younger but it still happens on rare occasion. (Especially for the females in the house.) Often it would seem silly to me and I used to find myself saying things like “Oh you don’t need to cry about it” or “crying isn’t going to help.” Wow, was I wrong. After a long stressful week of no downtime or after a particularly tough day, sometimes all I need is a good cry.  And it’s okay.

spilled-milk4.  Don’t cry over spilled milk. No seriously. We all make mistakes and we just need to pick it up and move on. I used to get upset when the kids would break a dish or spill the rice milk on the floor.  A few years ago one of them spilled something in the kitchen and immediately looked so ashamed and guilty…and honestly worried at how I was about to react. It hit me like a sledge hammer and immediately I was the one who felt the shame. My reaction is what taught them how they should feel after the spill. This time I tried something different. I immediately said with a smile on my face, “It’s okay. Don’t be upset that you made that mess.  Here’s a towel, just get it cleaned up.” You would have thought my head was spinning around in circles judging by their faces. They definitely thought I was possessed to react so calmly and paused as if thinking, “Wait for it, she’s about to explode.” I never did, they let out their breath and their whole demeanor relaxed.  Yes, sometimes they break something important or make a mess when we are in a hurry but the most important thing I try to remember is that they definitely didn’t WANT to have that happen. They are hard enough on themselves and don’t need me to make them feel bad. They need me to remind them to stay calm, shake it off and allow themselves to fix it. So the same goes with me and life in general. I’m not perfect. I make mistakes. I just need to own it, shake it off and pick up the pieces.

5. The dishes can wait. I know the dishes can’t wait FOREVER, but they definitely CAN wait. I would much rather see my son show me his new soccer move or my daughter ride her bike with no hands, then miss it because I insisted the dishes be done from dinner. Sometimes it’s good to leave the housework where it is, give your kids some attention and then get back to it later. Not going to lie…SOMETIMES…I forget to go back to the dishes and then it catches up with me. That’s just where my priorities are though. Hey, I already told you I wasn’t a very good housekeeper. Good thing “Authentically Steff” is a judgment free zone. 😉

6. Play is important. Yes, even for adults. A lot of people think the play is only for children, and for adults play is a waste of time. Not true. Playing is important for our mental well being. Play brings happiness to our lives and can relieve us from stress. I’ve learned from my kids that play is fun and there are many, many ways to play. I like to have my own hobbies and interests, but it is also great to play with my kids. I try to take advantage of every opportunity to play a board game, dance in kitchen, jump on the trampoline, or ride a bike with the kids. In the car, we often talk in our best silly accent. The more dramatic imagination with it, the better. My kids also remind me it is okay (AND FUN) to play or be silly in front of others. The worst thing to happen is for people to think we are weird (I like weird) and the best would be that we inspire them to play as well.

Thank you to my kids. Not just mine, but all children for that matter. I love to see the world through your eyes when I can and I look forward to the many lessons you will teach me in the future.

Authentically,

Steff