Hoarder

Ok, so this isn't a picture of my house... but it might as well be. I've recently come to terms with being a little bit of a hoarder. I REALLY have a hard time getting rid of things. I seem to find sentimental value in everything that comes my way. Movie ticket stubs, old Valentines from grade school, pictures that people have drawn me, and various articles of clothing. Am I REALLY going to wear those light blue Dickies that I bought in High School again? Do I need to keep all the cell phones and glasses that I've ever had? Twelve different Tinkerbell Barbie Dolls?!?! REALLY?!?! Don't even get me started on those stuffed animals...

The problem is, I know exactly where I got my problem. Velveteen Rabbit was my favorite book growing up, Brave Little Toaster was my favorite movie, and when Toy Story came out, it only made my situation worse. Even though I know it's not possible, somewhere in the back of my mind I still see that sad little look on my dolls faces as I send them off to Goodwill. Truly heartbreaking.

Now that I'm getting married, I really need to de-clutter. I have a partner now, and I'm sure he doesn't want to see my Peter Pan posters hanging in our living room. I will be sharing a closet, so those scripts I've been stashing from all my high school plays need to go. UGH! Why is this so hard? But no need to fear... it's getting easier day by day. I have a friend who sees my problem, and is here to help. She's my Jimminy Cricket and knocks sense into me when I insist on keeping the candy wrappers from my Spice Girl Lollipops. Wish me luck! Maybe someday I'll throw away my perfect attendance awards from Elementary School.


"But why would you give me away? Don't you love me anymore?"