How I finally slayed the laundry monster

Since I started down this path of simplifying our lives, I’ve gotten a lot of questions on how to get started with the decluttering process.

For a long time, I dreamt of clean counters, every object having a home, and actually being able to enjoy my evenings and weekends, but no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up running around like a crazy person, scrubbing bottles, cleaning up mess after mess, and fighting (and usually losing) to a never-ending mountain of laundry.

Laundry was a particular sore spot for me.

I’ve been known to go buy a shirt and pack of underwear at Target to avoid confronting the looming pile in the corner of our bedroom.

Every several days, once I mustered up the courage to slay the beast, the conversation between Evan and I went like this:

Me: Hey babe?

Evan: *mumbles* Hmm?

Me: I’m serious this time.

Evan: About what?

Me: We’re becoming nudists. I’m just gonna go burn these okay?

Evan: *shaking his head* Sounds great, hon.

Bless that man for keeping up with that running joke for 4 years.

I digress.

So when I started down the path to minimalism, I started with my closet. Between getting pregnant, growing a human, birthing aforementioned human, and then becoming that human’s mother while also working full-time and being a wife, I had gained and lost about 100 pounds, which left my wardrobe a hot.freaking.mess.

Even though I had gotten back down (and then some!) below my pre-baby weight, my body was just so different. Styles and silhouettes that used to be flattering, felt frumpy. I found myself with this hodgepodge of a closet that had clothes from high school and college, my first job, pre-#momlife in all shapes and sizes.

So one night after Ava went to bed, I popped in my earbuds, grabbed a few trash bags and cloistered myself in our closet.

And over the course of an episode of Wine & Crime, I eviscerated my side of the closet.

Keep. Donate. Trash.

Three piles. And I was ruthless.

If I loved something and it was still in good shape (no rips, stains, obvious signs of wear), it went to the keep pile or stayed on its hanger.

If I vacillated, even for a moment, it went to the donate pile.

If it was in terrible shape, trash.

Let me just say, that it was a stroke of good luck that I had taken the trash bags in with me, because by the end of it all, I had made piles of clothing that literally reached my waist and I’m 5’8”. I wouldn’t have been able to get out of our closet if I hadn’t brought them in. I had to tunnel out so I could get downstairs for more!

When it was all said and done, about ~15 bags made their way to the local donation center, 3 went out to the trash, and I was left with a wardrobe of clothing that fit and that I was excited to wear!

This change, coupled with my new laundry rhythm (1 load started every morning and then put away before bed), has really allowed me to breathe. I rarely have issues deciding what to wear, and I don’t stress about getting the laundry done because it’s just something I’ve put on autopilot.

So what’s holding you back? Don’t be paralyzed by the enormity of the task — tackle one area at a time and you’ll make progress.

xo- Sarah

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Four easy steps to actually reach your goals

Making goals is easy. Reaching goals is hard. If you’re sick and tired of setting goals and just giving up a couple weeks in, this is the process for you!

It’s that time of year again. Four weeks ago everyone set goals, told everyone they know about the Keto-Paleo-Vegan-No Carb-Gluten-Free Diet that was going to totally change their life when they finally lose those 20 pounds that they’ve been trying to lose for the better part of a decade. People joined gyms, bought treadmills, started meal planning and said triumphantly, “This is my year!”

But now the gyms are back to the regulars with a couple new additions of people who are keeping the course, those meal prep containers that were an impulse buy from Amazon are sitting unused in the cabinet, and cheesy carbo-loaded pasta casseroles are back on the menu.

That was so totally me for YEARS (and still is sometimes!), but one day I had just had enough of just getting through life. I was walking to my car after work and all of a sudden for some reason I just stopped and said out loud “What the heck am I doing with my life?”

So I went home and started writing the things down I wanted to accomplish. I started with the broad strokes, then I got super granular. And the craziest thing started to happen: I started meeting my goals one step at a time. Not all at once, and not even every single one because life, but definitely making progress. 


1)  Start with the big picture

I’m a Google Drive gal, so I typically open a Google Doc and start typing my goals using broad sweeping terms like more and less. Use whatever system you like: pen and paper, a note-taking app, whatever works for you.

Big picture goals are things like:

  • Read more
  • Weigh less
  • Be more intentional in my life

2) Get specific

Be really specific about your goals, but also be realistic! If you’ve never run a day in your life, setting the goal to run a sub-3:00 hour marathon might be a bit unrealistic.

Let’s say your goal is to read more. More is a pretty ambiguous word, it means something different to everyone. If you’re a real bookworm, more might mean read 2 books a week instead of just one. If you’re more of a Netflix and popcorn gal, more might mean actually read a book this year.

Let’s say you’re somewhere in between, so a specific goal would be:

  • Read 12 books this year

3) Get granular

This is where it starts to feel like you’re being silly. But this is also a step beyond what most people do!

So, you’ve set your specific goal of reading 12 books a year, which in your head you’re thinking, “That’s an average of one a month! Perfect! Good.To.Go”

Exactly. One per month. That’s your sub-goal!

4) What can you do TODAY?

Taking it one step further, ask yourself, “What can I do TODAY to help me reach my goal?”

And then break it down. If in order to read one book each month you need to read for 15 minutes a day, then put a reminder in your phone, pencil it in your calendar, or add it to your daily to-do list.

Now, this was a simple goal. There are other goals that are much more complex like “become my own boss” that might require 30 subgoals and 200 daily goals or even more, but no matter what your goals are, this process WORKS.

What are your goals this year? Show me on Insta by tagging @simply.sarahmae on your post, or send me a DM!

xo- Sarah

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How waking up early saved my family

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We all know that successful people get up super early, but they’re getting paid the big bucks when we’re just trying to keep 100 plates spinning while jumping through a flaming hoop and trying to keep the tiny humans alive.

I get it. Waking up early sucks.

Yeah I’ll say it, waking up early is literally the worst.

Seriously, though. The first few days are terrible, and then all of a sudden, this strange and wonderful thing happens: you start to get used to it. And then a few more days pass, and something really weird starts to happen: you start to actually like it.

I’ve always considered myself a bit of sleep princess. I like to be in bed between 10:30 and 11 and my ideal wake up time is 8:15. A blissful 9 hours each and every night.

But then I had a baby.

And then I went back to work.

I kept with my old routine, and soon I found that my mornings and evenings were frazzled, my house was a mess, and I just always felt like it was behind. Evan and I were constantly bickering about silly things, I was getting annoyed with Ava’s whining even though I knew she was just whining because she wanted to spend time with me.

One night sticks out in particular, I had just come home from work. Evan had been home for about an hour with Ava, and she was so excited to see me! I gave her a big hug and a kiss and then I set her in her pack ‘n play so I could make dinner, clean the kitchen, and try to get our lives together for the evening.

It wasn’t long before Ava started fussing, and I told her several times that I’d be there in a minute. But in my distracted state, I kept moving from one task to the next.

After awhile Evan came over with her and said in a firm, even voice, “Babe, your daughter wants you. You always come home and go straight into doing something. It’s go, go, go. She wants you. She won’t always want you. Dinner and dishes can wait. Play with her.”

I started to choke something out like, “But I just need to…” and then I broke down in tears. I grabbed my baby and kissed her hair while I cried.

I had started to say that I just needed to get dinner finished and then I would play. And then. And then. And then.

There was always something keeping me from being the mother that I wanted to be: dishes, laundry, dinner.

Something had to change. So I turned in my sleep princess crown, and committed to getting up between 5 and 5:30 am.

And honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever turn back.

By getting up early, I’m able to have at least 2 hours entirely to myself every morning. This is a time I use for my morning ritual (more on that later!): drinking coffee, meditation, journaling, reading my Bible and either working out or getting some pressing tasks done. I work out 3-4 days a week (welllll, most weeks :P), so the other days I use that time to do some writing, get a jump start on work, etc.

I’ve come to realize that by being flexible and making a tiny adjustment to my preferred schedule, I’m able to be more present for my own life, as well as for my daughter and husband.

I feel more grounded, centered, and ready for the day when I get up early. Even if the rest of my day goes downhill, it’s much easier to handle because I already knocked-out the most pressing tasks of the day.

But getting up early isn’t an all or nothing thing — it’s all or something.

Make your goal to be up just 10 minutes earlier. You can accomplish that by just not hitting snooze! After you get good at getting up 10 minutes earlier, start pushing yourself to wake up earlier and earlier. If you miss a day and sleep in, that’s okay! Show yourself some grace, and get back on it the next morning. I bet you’ll find that you missed it.

So while waking up earlier didn’t actually save my family, it did help lift me out of that motherhood survival-mode funk that had been hovering over our home.

Waking up early takes discipline and commitment. And just like most positive changes, it won’t come easy, but it will definitely be worth it.

Are you an early riser by nature? Are you a night-owl thinking about testing the waters of all this early morning stuff? If you’re needing encouragement to make this change work for you, Subscribe and find me on Instagram @simply.sarahmae

xo — Sarah

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January 16, 2018 —

There’s been such an overwhelming response to this post, that I’ve decided to create #ReclaimYourDay — a 7-day early bird challenge group! We start Monday 1/22/18 — leave a comment or send me a note at if you want to join us and I’ll send you the information!

January 18, 2018 —

Round 1 is full, but Round 2 will be starting in mid-March! Sign up here to save your spot for #ReclaimYourDay Round 2! 

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