I have a secret…

I hate having “stuff” but I hate starting the process of getting rid of it also.

It annoys me that I have a little bit of a hoarding problem.

I remember growing up and packing every little space of mine with treasures.  They would include bits of paper, rocks, old wrappers, various coins, broken jewelry and other trinkets.

Whenever my mom would tell me to clean my room, I’d barely get rid of anything.  Instead, I’d try to make it look better by stacking and “organizing” all the stuff. 

I remember thinking… “I might want to use it/love it/look at it/play with it later.  What if I regret throwing it away?”

Now, as an adult, I lean more towards the minimalistic side of things rather than hoarding side. But, recently, the tendency started to show.

See, I make A LOT of notes to myself. They are my thoughts that come to me in the moment that I want to think about more later or write...