Nothing like a bunch of visitors to get you motivated. I even had nightmares about them coming over. But. The downstairs is clean. At least something. I even spend some time on my miscellaneous drawer in the living room. It's a tiny drawer and it mostly contains cards and other game pieces that lost contact with the mother ship. Not only did I get a lot of it back into the original box, I also found 3 things to throw away I must say just getting started on that drawer helped me feel better. It might be one of my least problems, but it's been on my mind for a while now.
7 a day: 1 pair of shoes, 5 socks, 3 random items from the game pieces drawer
surface of the day: lets count that drawer
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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