If you talked to me three years ago, I would’ve described myself as a Type-A, certified control freak. Every aspect of my life, down to my sock drawer, was organized to a T. If I wasn’t mentally and physically organized, I couldn’t breathe.  Color-coded folders organized my school work by subject and chronological order. I started managing my family's schedule in fourth grade and hung my clothes from most to least worn and color-coordinated them, of course. To say my life wasn’t more organized than The Container Store itself would be an insult.  But four years and 56 issues later, everything’s changed: I’m a mess. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybypeytonmoore #socialmediabybridgetconnelly