I’ve got a confession to make. 

No, it’s not that I think Kid Rock is hot.  Or that I love El Caminos.  Or even that I once snorted Pixie Stick.  Intentionally.  (I’ll tell you THAT story some other time.  It was in the name of science.) 

I mean, yeah, all of those things are true but this?  

This is BIG.

This could change the way you think about me. Forever.

Ready?

My name is Brenna, and I’m a professional organizer, and my closet isn’t color coordinated. 
WHAT?!

My name is Brenna, and I’m a professional organizer, and my spices aren’t alphabetized. 
GASP!

My name is Brenna, and I’m a professional organizer and, more often than not, my underwear drawer is messy.  

WOW!

You have no idea how good it feels to get that off my chest. 

WHEW!

I feel like a new woman!!

Now, you wanna know something else?

My name is Brenna, and I’m a professional organizer, and my home is perfectly organized for my family and me. 

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