...but I could be, I think.
I hate to throw some things away. A favorite shirt, a favorite pair of shoes, even some older underwear, even when they're in somewhat tattered condition. I guess I think maybe they'll "repair themselves" when they're stuck away in the closet or a drawer. Maybe I think i can get just one more wear out of them before they definitely have to go.
I find myself keeping old newspaper clippings thinking that I may write an article to combat what I've read. I cut coupons for a while, thinking that I'd use them, but I always left them at home when I went shopping. I bought hard back books thinking that they were a better value than a paperback, or a trip to the library. Mind you, I still buy an occasional hard back book, but then I donate it to the library so others might have a chance to read it, in case the library didn't see fit or ahve the money to buy it themselves.
I try to purge myself of some of these things on a yearly basis, when some piles just seem to get too high. But it's two steps forward, and one step back. It always seems that as soon as you throw out a favorite "thing", that "thing" is needed in some way, shape or form, and you end up buying another, and swearing you'll never throw it away again!
I don't hoard old newspaper. I don't hoard food; that I eat! Enough said there! I can walk comfortably from room to room. I don't have to "find" a place on the bed to sit, or sleep. I'm not that addicted. I cannot understand how that can happen, but I can understand some clutter. Or at very least, I make allowances for those who keep things a bit past their prime, as long as it won't smell bad.
I could see my desk last week, but not so much today, so I guess that's my next area of concern. Here's to yet another trip to the trash can, on Day 213!
I hate to throw some things away. A favorite shirt, a favorite pair of shoes, even some older underwear, even when they're in somewhat tattered condition. I guess I think maybe they'll "repair themselves" when they're stuck away in the closet or a drawer. Maybe I think i can get just one more wear out of them before they definitely have to go.
I find myself keeping old newspaper clippings thinking that I may write an article to combat what I've read. I cut coupons for a while, thinking that I'd use them, but I always left them at home when I went shopping. I bought hard back books thinking that they were a better value than a paperback, or a trip to the library. Mind you, I still buy an occasional hard back book, but then I donate it to the library so others might have a chance to read it, in case the library didn't see fit or ahve the money to buy it themselves.
I try to purge myself of some of these things on a yearly basis, when some piles just seem to get too high. But it's two steps forward, and one step back. It always seems that as soon as you throw out a favorite "thing", that "thing" is needed in some way, shape or form, and you end up buying another, and swearing you'll never throw it away again!
I don't hoard old newspaper. I don't hoard food; that I eat! Enough said there! I can walk comfortably from room to room. I don't have to "find" a place on the bed to sit, or sleep. I'm not that addicted. I cannot understand how that can happen, but I can understand some clutter. Or at very least, I make allowances for those who keep things a bit past their prime, as long as it won't smell bad.
I could see my desk last week, but not so much today, so I guess that's my next area of concern. Here's to yet another trip to the trash can, on Day 213!
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