I think it's why I have so much trouble with it. I'm not an organized person, to say the least. I also don't find cleaning therapeutic, as many of my friends do. I find it, in general, to be a big pain in the ass, actually. But I also know it's necessary sometimes.
I have duffle bags and boxes full of stuff I lost patience with and just shoved into something to get it out of my sight. Then, days/weeks/months even years later, when I look at it again, I'm not sure what made me save it, or perhaps I miss something that I threw away... why that is I don't know.
It can be fun to find old letters, school papers, pics that I haven't seen in forever... and if I have good music playing it can even be almost fun. That's what today was. Going through boxes and rereading and restashing or shredding. I got a whole lot done today and it feels really good.
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