Remember my friend Alex? The one with the exotic dish? Well guess what. She let it go. And with it went 7 big black trash bags full of other stuff to be donated, sold or simply thrown out. She was able to let it go for a garage sale as she felt somebody would buy it. I am sure it was hard. But she didn't share how hard it was to let it go. She shared how good she felt AFTER she had let go of all those things. She said:"I'm on fire. I can't wait to get rid of more."
See.. We can do it!
surface of the day:Surface? What surface? Oh. That surface. Well. Uhm. None.
7 a day: handle bar to a stroller long gone, swiffer handle extention (swiffer long gone), multiple pieces of paper, a piece of wood, torn zip loc bag
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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