Let's talk about stuff. Like literal stuff. We have recently moved, and I have subsequently been diagnosed as being a hoarder. One of my best friends came over last night to help me unpack and it pretty much went like the show "Hoarders" on TLC. She, her husband, and Evan all tried to reason with me and I felt naked in the middle of a crowd somewhere being ridiculed for insisting that the plastic cup from the Rome Braves game needed to stay in my house. It was a painful experience, but necessary. We didn't need a junk removal truck or a hazmat team (no dead animals or poop anywhere). Just stuff. Lots and lots of stuff.
I had three very large boxes of towels and sheets. Dr. B said "let's talk about this towel" and I said with panic in my voice: "but what if the beach towels are all dirty?! What will we do?!" And she asked why I would need more than three beach towels per person? Okay, okay! I guess we will just have to suffer with only 15 beach towels going forward. #thirdwold #survival 😐 She notes how ugly another set of towels is (and I agree) but can't let them go, because in theory they are nice, expensive towels. Heinous? For sure. But expensive. Although, I am not sure what good they are doing taking up room in a closet just because someone else paid a couple of extra doll hairs for them.
Four ice cream scoops. I owned four ice cream scoops!! This is not Cold Stone Creamery's headquarters. There is no reason that one human should have that many of those. I know why I get so attached to these things. It's because I am the guiltiest person on the planet! I feel so bad for giving something away that someone gave to me. What if my great Aunt Stella from Indiana comes over and asks where that popcorn maker is? Whatever will I say?! Sorry, Stell, didn't make the cut. Smartpop's in the pantry.
The packrat era must end. I am being swallowed up by the stuff and I am taking a stand. Aunt Stella, the popcorn maker is going somewhere else! But I still love you! (She is a fake aunt I made up so I wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings. #anxietymom). I think when people ask what we want/need for Christmas and birthdays I will start asking for experiences instead of stuff. Time. Togetherness. The important shit.
Shout out to anyone who struggles with this, too. It's a weird problem to have, but once you start to let go of stuff you feel the weight lifted off and you can breathe a little easier. I didn't know I was a hoarder until yesterday, so I am still processing this diagnosis.
To do: be less materialistic and never buy another ice cream scoop again ✅