I’m counting down the hours until this weekend when my gal pals are instituting my first annual basement intervention. They tend to nag me about the clutter in my house. So, when I confessed that the mess had crossed over the line, that I could no longer tackle it alone, that I need help, they offered assistance. This Sunday morning, a small platoon of well intentioned women will be at my door, armed with boxes, and ready to haul. I’m pretty certain we’ll get the job done. If you get to feeling overwhelmed by the stuff piling up around you — whether it’s in your house or in your head — let go of your pride and pick up the phone. It’s OK, in fact it's good to get by with a little help from your friends.