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!
2014-04-08
QUITE THE CONSOLATION!
No, this is not my bay window. Nor is it my neighbor's. Whoever was digging for something in this storage room obviously pulled back a curtain to see better. And forgot to pull it back. This window is right above the main entrance of a school in our area. Ah. I feel so much better. I see a computer. I see boxes piled on top of each other, and shelves full of stuff. Maybe I should be worried about the kids' education. But I simply can't help feeling better that there are people out there who just cram things into a storage room without having everything labeled neatly. At work of all places. And it has been like this for at least 3 weeks. As sore a sight as this might be it is rather soothing to me! I am not alone!
surface of the day: dresser top in the hall (basically empty, who says tasks can't be easy?)
5 a day: 2 big trashbag full of kid's clothes, donated
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