I am far too sentimental. So much so that is has become a major problem in my life.
Since everything has some sort of meaning for me, throwing away things is hard. It's become insane, actually, and seeing the commercial for the TV show Hoarders makes me fear the future if things continue like this. Beyond horrifying.
I have found myself flashbacking to my grandma moving to a new apartment. We opened boxes and found things from the '50s like a tiny, old Shirley Temple doll still in the packaging, mounds of paper, actual trash and a 27-year-old 7-Up bottle.
So this lovely tendency to bury oneself in one’s own useless things runs in the family. My bedroom has become a black hole for…everything. Setting foot into this place takes navigation.
My New Year's resolution was to go with my gut. My gut lately is pleading with me to simplify my life.
Like so:
Step 1: Clean.
Step 2: Gather/purchase organizational items (To Ikea!).
Step 3: Actually organize the stuff with the organizational items.
I am marvelous at completing the first two steps.
Step 3, however, is paralyzing. I am mystified by my utter lack of organization, because I am quite good at organizing for other people.
So, clearly, I am capable. There is just something about Allison-paraphernalia that turns me off. Did I just admit to not liking my own things? Discoveries are happening, people. And not just that missing 2-year-old mostly used iTunes gift certificate that recently surfaced among a stack of books.
If the first step is admitting the problem, I'm well on my way to achieving my goal of owning very few items.
Hopefully, your own New Year's resolutions are still in full swing. If not, time to reboot?
