Too much (good) stuff/ continued.




At the end of the day, I did manage to throw SOME things away.

All right, not too much being thrown away, but it's a start. After the lasiks I don't need glasses and this box was empty. Pretty easy to get rid of these two things.
Maybe I need professional help. A professional organizer to come and get me out from under this overwhelming feeling of being smothered by my (really good) junk. Isn't there a reality TV show called "Buried Alive/life of a hoarder"? I can get my own reality show and call it "Buried Under Art" or "Smothered by Supplies" or "Creative Suffocation" . You get the idea.
xo
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