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About Cecilia

I am a Life & Clutter Coach and IST Practitioner. I LOVE helping writers, creatives and entrepreneurs just like YOU, make their homes and lives into supportive containers for their creative AND personal lives.  

Cecilia's sharp, crystalline insight has kept me on track in my creative life, my business life, and my emotional life for the past six years: she's a triple threat!

 - Sarah Selecky, author of Giller Prize nominated This Cake is for the Party

Tuesday
Nov202012

Stop Settling, Be More Like Bella! - A video

Do you ever find yourself settling?

There's that purse you've had your eye on for ages.  You know, the Roots one. 

(If you're not into purses, just substitute backpack, suitcase, wallet, shoes etc... ;)

It's super cute, red, just the right size, a little tassel hanging off the zipper.  It feels so good under your hands. 

But instead of buying that purse, you buy another one.  It's sort of like it... 

It's burgundy, not quite the right size, with a chain hanging off the zipper, you don't love the material. 

It's OK...

Do you feel satisfied?  Are you happy to carry that purse around?  Does it feel right?  Do you love it?

Probably not. 

Why? 

Because you settled.

And what happens when you settle? 

You usually buy another purse, and another one, hoping to get close to that Roots one.  Spending more money, creating more clutter.

I have another video for you this week where I talk about just this!

 

 

Now it's your turn!

When do you find yourself saying "I don't know what I want"? 

Is it possible that you actually do know what you want?

What would happen if you just let yourself want it?

I want to hear about it in the comments below.  It doesn't have to be monumental.  It could be that you buy the regular apples instead of the organic ones. 

Where do you settle?  What would happen if you didn't?

If you like what I have to say, please share it with a friend, especially the one who never orders what she really wants when you go out for dinner.  You know the one... ;)

Take care,

Cecilia
ox

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Tuesday
Nov132012

What's the smallest clutter clearing step? A video!

I have some exciting news to share with you...  After eleven months of doing pilates, I finally felt my core! 

That's a lie, I always feel my core, but last night I engaged it on command.  Huzzah!  I wanted to make sure you heard the news asap.  ;)

OK, you know what's really exciting? 

A video, that's what!

While I was stuck in NYC I got an email from Martha, a lovely gal who wants to take the smallest step toward sorting through her clothes clutter.

Her letter inspired me to make a little video because it's been awhile and I miss chatting with you face to face. 

When it comes to clutter clearing and so many other things, it has to be a big grand event, or it doesn't matter. 

I mean, when was the last time you celebrated cleaning your bathroom or doing the dishes?

There are many small steps standing between you and change. 

Thinking that you have to do it all, right now, perfectly so often stops you from doing anything at all. 

You know what?  Today could be the day you take one tiny step. 

It doesn't have to be perfect or huge and you don't have to paint your toes to take it.

Now it's your turn! 

What's the smallest step you can take today? 

Let me know what it is in the comments below or better yet, TAKE IT and then check in below.  Remember it can be teeny tiny. 

Take care,

Cecilia

ox

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Monday
Nov052012

Kickin' That Clutter Old School Style - An Interview

I apologize for my absence last week.  I was in NYC last weekend and like many others had my trip extended for a few more days by Sandy.

I was laughing a little as I very consciously didn't over pack, which meant that I didn't have seven extra pairs of underwear, my meditation cushion or my computer with me.

I was very lucky to be staying with a friend in Brooklyn (got one of the last trains out of the city before they shut down the subway) and we had power and good food in the fridge. 

I was even luckier that my friend had a car with a full tank of gas and could get me to the airport on time to catch my rescheduled flight as all the taxis were running out of gas.

So much gratitude...  Heart ache for those who lost so much...

I have something a little different for you this week.

I like to put my iPod and iTunes on shuffle when I'm walking around or when I'm writing.  Just now heard an old demo by my talented friend Ken and now The Acorn is soothing me with perfect harmonies. 

Twice this week I was surprised to hear my own nervous enthusiastic voice coming through the ear buds.  It's an interview that my friend Shannon Robinson did with me for her old radio show back in 2006. 

In fact it was the very interview that inspired me to crack open that box from my basement.

Here it is for your enjoyment. 

I'd love to hear from you in the comments below.  What's been going on with you and your clutter these days?  Any insights or aha moments? 

Of course if you enjoyed the interview, I'd love for you to share it with a friend. 

Take care,

Cecilia ox

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Monday
Oct222012

My Relationship Corner is Where?!

 

Tuesday
Oct162012

How I cleared clutter to find love - The box in my basement

It's a bit of a gloomy day here in Toronto, but I'm nice and cozy after spending some time this weekend doing stuff around the house to make it feel more like home.  Just in time for the chilly months, and to celebrate I've got my favorite mug in hand and my one and only favorite dog at my feet.  

Today I thought I would expand on something I touched on in my interview with Robbie Wychwood on the Magic of Stuff.  Natalie commented on the post and asked if I might one day write a bit more about a certain box that I found in my basement. 

Today is that day.  Curl up with a cup of tea and a blanket and I'll tell you all about it.

First, let me set the scene.  It was March 2006 and for the most part my life was really great.  I was happy, I did lots of fun stuff like belly dancing and cuddle parties.  I had lots of great friends, including three amazing roomies. 

We shared delicious meals, Monday afternoon losercize sessions (that's when you dance around your living room like an idiot, you look stupid, but you're having fun and working up a sweat), belly bumps and cathartic sessions where we pretended to be Tasmanian devils (they make an unearthly sound which is super fun to imitate when you're feeling a little frustrated). 

As awesome as my life was, there was one thing missing.  I really really really wanted to be in a relationship.  I had been mostly single for four years (and many years before that), and I was ready for that to change, but nothing I did seemed to make any difference. 

I did all the things you're supposed to do when you're single and want to attract a partner.  I cleaned the relationship corner of my bedroom religiously and made room in the dresser and closet for my ideal man's clothes.  I sat down with markers and sparkles and wrote a long list of everything I was looking for in a partner and how I wanted to feel in relationship.  I got clothes that fit me and wrote carefully composed Internet dating profiles.  I was getting out there and having fun.

What happened? 

Nothing...

That is, nothing happened until I remembered the box in my basement. 

I had done a little radio interview with my friend Shannon and was listening to it in my kitchen about a month later when I heard myself say that you can't hide your clutter.  Whether you're aware of it or not, your clutter is affecting you. 

In that moment my mind flashed to a box in my basement.  It had been there since I moved in a few years earlier.  I'd shoved it into a corner without opening it and there it stayed.  Occasionally being shuffled around to make room for my roommates' stuff, but never examined, never opened. 

I had no idea what was in the box and most of the time I had no idea it was even there. 

It took a month before I remembered the box long enough to go downstairs and take a look.  It was a big box and it took a bit of muscle to get it up to the living room for a closer inspection. 

When I first opened it up, it took me awhile to figure out what I was looking at.  On top was an assortment of framed photographs and postcards mounted on a red backing.  They looked familiar but when did I last see them? 

Ah yes, that's right, they had decorated the walls of the apartment I'd shared with my last partner four years earlier.  A total sweetie but somebody I should have only spent two months with, not two years.

Under the decorations I found three large journals.  I went through a phase where I was doing morning pages every day and in these journals I found the hopeful beginning, the meh middle and the bitter end of my last relationship. 

The decorations and the journals were enough to give me an inkling of what was going on in that box, but there was more. 

Much, much more...

Under the journals was a lovely black box my oldest friend's mom had given me years before.  It was a box to keep photographs in and it was used for its intended purpose.  It was full of old photographs, but these weren't just any photographs, oh no.

In that seemingly small black box lived a picture of every single person I had ever gone out with, dated or had an unrequited crush on. 

Every.  Single.  One. 

To put this in perspective, I had a picture of the boy I had a crush on from grade four until grade eight in there. 

I also had a picture of another fellow who I went out with once the summer after I turned 17.  There were my Metallica boyfriends (yes, there were two of them, teenage metal heads are sweethearts) and the guy I went out with because he was friends with the guy I really liked who was dating my best friend.  There were the friends with benefits, the broken hearts and the ones who liked me more than I liked them.

But wait, there's more!

Under the box of photographs was another box.  The mysterious thing about this box is that I thought I had dealt with it years earlier.  Apparently dealing with it just meant putting it in a bigger box to forget about and deal with later. 

Yes, in that box within a box was a collection of all the letters of my youth.  There was the poor French boy I met while on student exchange in Germany, "I am cry".  The poetic documentation of the drawn out, on again off again, I love you, I hate you, I love you, let's be friends guy.  The artists, the musicians, the skater boys and friends I wished would be more. 

There were many laughs, and many more tears that night for loves long lost.

By the end of the night I had thrown out the journals and a most of the photographs and letters.  I kept a few of them, the "nice" ones, for a few more years, but I made sure to store them in a little book and put them in a place where they wouldn't be forgotten.

If I had tried (and I really didn't try) I couldn't have come up with a more complete history of the love life of Cecilia Moorcroft than the one I found in that box. 

Going through the box was like going on an archaeological dig through my past relationships, but instead of finding an old tooth or fossil, I found myself.  In sifting through all those people from my past, I could feel and let go of the hurt and come out ready to start looking, really looking, for love.

And you know what?  It worked!

Three months after lugging that box up the basement stairs, I met my love who I've been with ever since, going on six years now.  There were a few more steps that happened in those three months, but it all started with that box. 

Oh, there's one thing I didn't tell you about the box.  Just guess where it was in the basement? 

Yup, it was tucked right into the relationship corner.  Is that perfect or what? 

So what does this mean for you?  I'm glad you asked. 

Sometimes when we hold onto the past there is no room for the future to come into being.  I had to face and let go of the ghosts of relationships past in order to make space for the reality of love in the present, and you can do the same wherever it is that you're feeling stuck

Step One - Identify the Wall
Where have you hit a wall in your life?  It might be around finding love, finding meaningful work, getting that creative project off the ground or your relationship to money.  You've put a lot of work into it already but nothing seems to be moving.

Step Two - Find the Box
Is there a "box" hiding somewhere that corresponds to that part of your life?  If you're looking for a new career, it could be those materials from that teaching job you didn't love and wouldn't want to go back to anyway.  If you want to feel better about your body, it could be that box of clothes that don't fit.  You get the idea.

Step Three - Get Digging to find Yourself
Put on your khaki coveralls, have your trowel in hand, and get started on that archaeological dig.  As you dig, be open to seeing patterns and symbols from the past.  If an emotion comes up as you work let yourself feel it, it's an important part of really letting go.  And when you're done, get back out there!

Do you have a similar box in your basement?  Are you going to get digging?  Or maybe you've already found your "box".  You know I'd love to hear all about it in the comments below, and if you have a friend who still has the roses from her high school boyfriend, please pass this along, she needs to read this.

Take care,
Cecilia
ox
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Clutter Coach & Life Coach
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