Day 3 of my challenge saw me return to the room of junk (the guest room) where I promptly filled another bag with clothes that I no longer wear. This bag will be donated to a local charity in the coming days. Today, as I looked at my third bag, I realized that I may have a problem.
I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder per se. I am in no way like some of the people showcased on reality TV shows and documentaries, but I do admit to having an emotional tie to some of my possessions, particularly my clothes. I do not keep everything I have every purchased or been given, but I do keep things that have special meaning. I have a hard time donating things that have meaning behind them, even if I don’t wear them anymore. For the first time ever, and in print, I admit that I am an emotional keeper.
Luckily, the items I have ready for donation were not that important to me, but I wonder what my reaction will be as I get further into this process. Sooner or later I’m going to have to make decisions about the items with real sentimental significance.
Three bags down and 27 bags to go.