When I think about the question: why I became a professional organizer, I think about how far back my passion for organizing goes. And I’ve concluded that it goes back, way back.
If organizing were a gene, it would have been one passed on to me by my mother. I have memories of watching her pack the family car for camping trips as a child. I would watch in awe as she placed each item like she was playing a real-life game of Tetris; and she was definitely winning. Her grasp on finances and time management were also something to be admired. Along with these lessons she demonstrated, and my natural propensity for creating calm and visually pleasing spaces, organizing just became part of who I am.