I’ve spent the past several years wishing I could do many things, but didn’t do them. That’s all going to change.
I tend to collect (borderline hoarding, but not in the gross way) things. Books, bags, papers (I will read all of those magazines and scholarly articles someday!), yarn (I have no idea how to knit or crochet), and more. The nursery still isn’t ready for my son (he’ll be 6 months old soon) because I haven’t been able to totally clean out my office. It’s been ok so far, since I wanted him to sleep in our room for the first 6 months or so, but it’s time for me to be a responsible mom and give him his own space.
I’ve resolved to get rid of everything before, but it feels different this time. I invested in an e-reader so that I could get rid of all (ok, most) of my books to save room. I’ve been slowly selling books on half.com, and have made some decent money. I’m either going to finally learn how to knit/crochet, or I’m getting rid of the bins of yarn that I have. I decided this morning that I’m going to have a yard sale in two weeks. Whatever doesn’t sell will be donated. I’m tired of living in clutter. It used to comfort me, but now it just makes me feel ashamed. I’m tired of having so much stuff that, in the end, really doesn’t make me happy.