Three words.
Three. Little. Words.
Seemingly innocent yet wielding all the power in the universe.
Three words which strike a deep visceral reaction in all who hear them. Which possess the power to bring a strong woman to her knees in seconds. Which, whether tugging on a tightly coiled aversion or igniting a long awaited relief, refuse to be ignored.
Did you just shiver like the hyenas in The Lion King when one of ‘em said “Mufasa?”
If not, let me say it again.
I want you to close your eyes for a second.
Close your eyes and think about the messiest room in your home. The room that gives you the stress sweats like no other. The room that you’d rather roll around with fire ants than to admit exists in your home.
Now I want you to imagine that it’s organized.
Absolutely, 100% organized.
At Zero. (If you’re not sure what Zero is, check out this link!)
Zero chaos. Zero resentment. Zero anxiety. Zero panic.
Oh, glorious Zero! You’ve finally arrived! Please! PLEASE! I’m down on my knees beseeching you! Never leave me again!
And that right there, ladies and gentlemen, is the third and absolute biggest burning question I get asked on a regular basis.
