Why I don’t like the term “Hoarder”.
It’s the library that taught me the importance of labels. The Dewey Decimal system is living proof of how hard it is to categorize things. I believe “hoarding” is like trying to use “fiction” and “non-fiction” as the only ways to describe the kinds of books in a library. How would we find anything?
“Hoarding”, I believe, is much more complex an issue than anyone wants to recognize. I do accept it to be a variant of mental disorder, but with touches of many, many other personality glitches. In myself, I notice edgings of agoraphobia, social insecurity, self-loathing, perfectionism and a myriad of other odd shaped pieces that, altogether, form the zigsaw picture of who I am. Yet I do believe I have other, better, zigsaw pieces inside me that could create a much different picture than I currently have on the table.
I’m hoping to use this blogging space as a tool to figure out how to swap the chaotic pieces out for better ones.
My goal over the next five days is to spend 10 minutes a day sorting stuff in a certain spot (which I will decide on tomorrow). Just 10 minutes. in the same location, for five days. In the past (like this morning, for example) I would find myself realizing I couldn’t get very much done in 10 minutes, so I wouldn’t do any minutes.