Stuff comes into our lives one piece at a time. We always have a reason for bringing in any individual item. It was a gift, it was a bargain, I needed it, I thought I could use it, I always wanted one. We don’t always foresee the way these things tend to pile up, the same way we don’t always foresee the results of a regular cookie habit or the way the new puppy will dig up the entire garden irrigation system and somehow drag eight feet of pipe through the dog door. There are these unintended results of our choices.
The puppy and the garden eventually began sharing space without too many incidents. The cookie habit, counterintuitively, did not survive marathon training. There tends to be more inertia surrounding material objects, though, and we don’t always see them in terms of the tradeoffs they require.
Stuff? Or comfortable living space?
Stuff? Or a cozy bedroom?
Stuff? Or a functional dining table?
Stuff? Or a productive work area?
Stuff? Or counters that are easy to clean?
Stuff? Or plenty of room for friends?
Stuff? Or the ability to find the most important stuff?
Stuff? Or a viable guest bedroom?
Stuff? Or financial independence?
Stuff? Or a garage where a car can be parked in cold or rainy weather?
The cost of a storage unit? Or the same amount of money available for art or dance classes?
Stuff? Or a dream lifestyle?
I've been working with chronic disorganization, squalor, and hoarding for over 20 years. I'm also a marathon runner who was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and thyroid disease 17 years ago.
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