Start With Spring Cleaning
Hello and Happy Spring!
April is the month I do my annual spring cleaning. I declutter my home, revisit my budget, and pause to evaluate my goals.
Most people do this in January, at the start of the year. And while I do it then too, it never feels natural. It feels forced—like a box I’m checking.
But Spring? Spring feels organic. Softer. Gentler on my spirit.
It feels like slowly waking up on a quiet morning when there’s nowhere to be and nothing urgent on your plate. The days get lighter. Flowers bloom. My spirit stirs.
It’s the season that calls me to clear out what no longer fits—and recalibrate every part of my life:
my finances
my career
my relationships
my health
my home
my mind and spirit
At 43, my life feels more complex. More urgent. More tender. Some days I feel like I’m on track. Other days, like I’m so far behind. That’s why I declutter everything in the Spring. It’s become my annual reset.
I ask myself:
Where am I craving clarity?
What needs to be released to make space for a bold new future?
Yes, I said BOLD.
We’re not playing small anymore, ladies. We’re awakening to our highest selves, our deepest desires, and our boldest dreams. We’re releasing pain and transforming it into focused plans, creative passion, and powerful purpose.
What once hurt us becomes fuel.
Fuel to set boundaries.
To be more discerning with our energy.
To choose who and what we align with as we reimagine our future.
We are becoming.
And no—it’s not too late. Not at this age. Not in this season.
We’re taking every lesson we’ve learned and growing stronger, wiser, and more determined to live our most expansive life.
We’re becoming our truest selves—day by day, one step at a time. We are growing through it.
Tell me in the comments:
How are you ushering in Spring?
What are you releasing—and what are you making room for?
Cheers to Growing Through It,
Mery
P.S.
Below are photos of my little pandemic “cloffice”—the tiny closet I converted into a home office when I started my business. It was a mess, but it was my mess. My sanctuary. My safe space to dream and create.
The second photo is from three years later—after a full declutter and a clearer vision for the future. Proof that small beginnings can lead to sacred spaces.
#GrowingThroughIt #SpringReset #LetsGrowTogether
My Pandemic closet + office, affectionally called by my daughter: “Mommy’s Cloffice”
After I decluttered and organized with intention and clarity.