Watching the hoarder programs on TV makes me feel as if I could become a hoarder very easily, too. What I’ve gleaned from reading on the subject, hoarders make very complex attachments to items that mostly everyone else would see as worthless.
I found myself admiring a pottery shard the other day, admiring the texture and shape. Maybe that’s what hoarders do, everything is important and everything is beautiful or useful, including garbage.
There’s so much stuff available, maybe it’s hard for them to choose what’s truly important. Everything they see is exciting in some way. Or it’s a way to narcotize painful feelings. Or to keep the past alive with all it’s unresolved issues. The stuff gives their lives shape, substance, and a wall of protection from everything that hurts.
Possibly, they can “see” what their lives “look like” when they look at their stuff; it’s solid proof that they truly lived their lives, all thrown together in layers and piles.
My goal is to be happy with much less material items and to divest myself of everything that isn’t important to me. This is ongoing, which is the way it should be. I want a simple organized life with tons of breathing room. Just the things that are truly important and useful should remain, probably very few items. Without stuff maybe I can see what I look like.
Divest myself of things, of clutter, both mental and physical. Not to fill my life full of “busy-ness”, particularly other people’s “busy-ness”. I want my organizational skills to focus on the simplest methods, not “organize my organizing to show how organized I am”.
Organization supports life, streamlines procedures, so less effort is needed to achieve what’s necessary, not to create more work, but less work. To be able to put my hand on something ASAP, to know without hesitation where everything is.
I don’t want to be known as an organized person, but a person who gets things done, and gets them done well. I don’t want organization to be obvious. Organization is just another way to deal with stuff.