Clobber

I’ve been the victim, yes I want to be a victim here, of an obsession with trying to hang on as long as I can to any memory scrap of loved ones who have died or otherwise moved on. Yes, this is a sickness of sorts and if left unattended starts to multiply in other areas of your life, or so it seems to me, not that I profess any accredited training on the subject. So what form does this affliction take? Well for one thing it makes it difficult to part with items that were the property of the “departed”. In my case I’ve got gobs of crap clogging my life that need to be gone, and yet I can come up with all kinds of valid sounding reasons for hanging on to it. Enough already! Here’s how I’m tackling the issue.

I’m taking each area of my home and going through everything and packing away anything that I am not actively using. Packing it up. Out of sight out of mind. It is going to the garage where it will be sealed and stacked with a date one year from now. If I haven’t gone out to rescue it in the next year it goes to Goodwill. This seems to be my best hope of conquering this issue. Incidentally, the way I’m going about this also is to contrive to make every area as attractive as I can as I go. So there is also a decorative element at work here also. Because that means what remains also has to be attractive as well as functional.

Well, wish me luck!