Despite still feeling under the weather, I had to prepare for a high level meeting where I had to be prepared to make some big asks. My brain was tired. My throat sore from all the coughing. My bones ached from having to take it easy. Yes, that can and does occur.

Part of my preparation entailed picking out an outfit. Everything has to be part of a larger strategy including my dress and shoes. I went to my closet and laughed. My closet is a New York closet. Anyone familiar with one of those knows you somehow manage to stuff 1000 things into 12 centimeters. Or so it seems. I had just finished watching the movie 27 Dresses for the 100th time. I will be the first to say I don’t care for the actress Katherine Heigel. I will also be the first to say there are about four of her movies that I watch more than once a year. Go figure. In the movie, she has 27 bridesmaids dresses stuffed into a New York closet and the reporter interviewing her notes that bad use of space. Why would you save hideous dresses when space is a premium?

I don’t have 27 hideous bridesmaids dresses in my closet but it took me 30 minutes to find my leather dress. Not that I was going to wear that to the meeting. I just felt a major need to find it. I was convinced I had lost it in the move. Thus, I was frantically looking through my stuffed closet for a black dress that just got covered up by all the other dresses. Now, you would think I was going to next say that I will be following Marie Kondo’s advice and decluttering. That is not where I am going with this. I don’t subscribe to Kondo’s philosophy. As a matter of fact I realized I still have some give in my closet and I am in need for a few more high powered dresses.