I wish I knew where my list of rooms is. I could of course just write down those 12 rooms again, but it is more fun with the original. I am still all over the place working here and there and am terrified of the boys' room and the playroom. Those are the worst. I think I am making good progress. I have a stack of DVDs James needs to look at, if he doesn't want them they are out. I would like to claim I am done with the living room, but I guess as long as the stuff that is not going in the drawers is still out, I am not. I've been desperately trying to come up with ways to cut corners, but I won't allow myself to. I shifted some things to the garage and attic, but only stuff that needs to go there or has it's future home there. On the way down from the attic I always brought something with me that I could deal with thanks to improved order.
surface of the day: all the shelves and drawers in the living room
7 a day: a stack of DVDs
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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