I was talking with Matthew this morning in Starbucks.
He just hired a house keeper.
Cause you know how he rolls.
He said something interesting.
“When you look at your own mess, and have been living in your own mess for so long, you forget how to properly clean it up. So you have to hire someone”
He was talking about cleaning his house.
But I thought he was talking about my life.


So I walked out of Starbucks and called Bobby.
My shrink from LA.
Left her a voicemail.
I said…”I need you to come clean my house”
Then I hung up.
I think she will get it.

Who is your house keeper or the cleaner of your mess?