Day 11 - Hoarder in Training

There's something I find fascinating about that television show

"Hoarders" because for the most part I've always thought

there but for the Grace of God go I...

You see, I can totally relate when the person they're interviewing

talks about how they can't get rid of that one clothespin because

it was the last one from a set that their mom/grandmom/aunt/special friend

used to have and the memory of them is tied up in that one inanimate object.

I have boxes of things that I don't know what to do with.

They're silly things, and I know I should get rid of them,

but somehow I can't.

I think back to when I bought them,

or acquired them,

or were given them, 

and I know I can't just throw them away

or give them away.

It really does stress me out.

Some things I know I have to let go.

I stop and wonder if I died today and someone

was going through my things,

would it really matter?

But, I'm still alive, and it does.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I'm not like "house of stuff so you can't even walk through it" bad,

but, there but for the Grace of God...

I also wonder about objects that I pick up at vintage stores

or at yard sales...

but, I'll leave that for another post...