From Party Girl to Personal Organizer

Raised as the daughter of an Orthodox rabbi in a small Midwestern town, partying was in no way a part of my upbringing (unless you count Jewish wedding circle dancing as partying, which - spoiler alert - you shouldn't). But a love of music and dancing was instilled in me at a young age by my cantor father and music teacher mother, and all girls choirs just never quite did it for me. By the time I reached pre-teendom, I longed to be a part of that sparkly, sweaty soiree scene that Carrie Bradshaw and her squad made look so appealing on Sex and the City. I wanted to parade around in leather and glitter and dance the night away alongside NYC's most glamorous.

It wasn't until after college that my wildest party dreams came true and I entered my first nightclub. My new friend, Taylor, a seasoned clubber with supermodel looks, decked me out in one of her short lacy dresses and whisked me to a new and exclusive spot in the Meatpacking District.

It was love at first booty shake.  

I loved getting all dolled up in my glittery new wardrobe. I loved being escorted by club promoters and felt important when I got to surpass the crowds and swoop to the front of the line. I loved not having to rummage for my ID because the bouncers recognized me. I loved the free coat check and free bottle service (champagne or vodka with mixers, always). I loved befriending aspiring actresses and models. I loved attending birthday parties for 50 Cent, Neyo and T-Pain. I loved dancing so hard that the sequins on my skirt fell off.

I loved it all so much that I started going clubbing about three nights a week. My life almost revolved around partying, and for a while, I was okay with that.

But after some time, the clubbing lifestyle started to take a toll on me. While I happened to have had the luxury of working from home, and while I always partied responsibly, I lacked a steady sleep schedule since half the week I wasn't getting home until 5:00 am. This made it hard for me to fall asleep at a normal hour when I wasn't partying, and left me feeling groggy and lethargic during the daytime. Moreover, while dancing for hours in heels was a great workout, it left my feet blistered and achy. And most importantly, I was investing so much of my energy in nightlife that I didn't have much energy left for anything else. My life lacked order. My life was, in a word, disorganized.

After some deep introspection, I replaced my partying lifestyle with a new one new which is much more sustainable and fulfilling. I've traded in my stilettos for sneakers. I carry a label maker instead of a metallic clutch. I spend my Sunday mornings traveling to client's homes rather than rolling into my bed after an entire night of clubbing. And believe it or not, I get the same thrill organizing as I did partying. Don't get me wrong - I still love to get dressed up and go dancing sometimes. But now it's more of an occasional treat than a lifestyle. And more importantly, I'm helping people in a way that's bigger than making a club look full.