Twenty-five or six to four
No, not talking about acid here, just love the song and it has an interesting meaning for me today. :-)
You know my "Get Shit Straight" plan aka the organization of crap I own? I have gotten a ton done lately and it has fed my obsessive compulsive like tendencies. Yes, friends, my most recent Home Depot receipt looks like a shopping list from "Mission Organization". It's actually quite sad.
The number twenty-five is special to me in many ways, but today it references the number of bags of sitting in my entryway. About half of those are clothes, shoes and purses that are going to be donated and the other half are things that I tearfully am throwing away. They have some sentimental meanings for me, but when owning said item will cause me stress because I am so anal-retentive that excess stuff drives me nuts, what emotional need is it fulfilling?
I know I am reading way too much into it. I am exploiting the minor amounts of psychological knowledge I have and over-analyzing silly possessions, but bear with me. It can be added to the seemingly infinite list of reasons I am cute, adorable and just plain lovable.
Can I just say that I feel lighter, my mind is clearer than it has been in months and I feel like I am able to focus better? It doesn't seem logical that things locked away in a back room can have such a hold on my mental clarity, but I crave, nay, need order to function correctly. I have to have every nook and cranny neat and tidy. Nothing can make me smile bigger than a clean home. I know, I know, I have issues.
So tell me, how's that list coming? ;-)
(P.S. ~ If you have no clue what I meant in the opening line about acid and song lyrics, email me and I will explain all.)
You know my "Get Shit Straight" plan aka the organization of crap I own? I have gotten a ton done lately and it has fed my obsessive compulsive like tendencies. Yes, friends, my most recent Home Depot receipt looks like a shopping list from "Mission Organization". It's actually quite sad.
The number twenty-five is special to me in many ways, but today it references the number of bags of sitting in my entryway. About half of those are clothes, shoes and purses that are going to be donated and the other half are things that I tearfully am throwing away. They have some sentimental meanings for me, but when owning said item will cause me stress because I am so anal-retentive that excess stuff drives me nuts, what emotional need is it fulfilling?
I know I am reading way too much into it. I am exploiting the minor amounts of psychological knowledge I have and over-analyzing silly possessions, but bear with me. It can be added to the seemingly infinite list of reasons I am cute, adorable and just plain lovable.
Can I just say that I feel lighter, my mind is clearer than it has been in months and I feel like I am able to focus better? It doesn't seem logical that things locked away in a back room can have such a hold on my mental clarity, but I crave, nay, need order to function correctly. I have to have every nook and cranny neat and tidy. Nothing can make me smile bigger than a clean home. I know, I know, I have issues.
So tell me, how's that list coming? ;-)
(P.S. ~ If you have no clue what I meant in the opening line about acid and song lyrics, email me and I will explain all.)