Wow, I guess you could say that my whole life is cluttered (I blame my mother, who always told me, “Save everything. You never know when it will come in handy!” . . . . “Yes, Mother”. It was my father who showed me that saving too much, such that nothing can be located and put back, can be as bad as never saving anything.
Fortunately, I am not as bad as Mother was (after she passed and we went through her belongings, we found a utility bill from 1949!), but I am indeed bitten. I even save old buttons, in hopes that one day I will find the missing shirts or compatible ones. I have tried to fight back against my thoughts that, “Just when I throw this away, I will find out what it goes to and will kick myself.” And, every once in a while, I do find out what the thing belonged to and restore it to its rightful location, and for that moment everything feels right with the world.
Fortunately, I am not as bad as Mother was (after she passed and we went through her belongings, we found a utility bill from 1949!), but I am indeed bitten. I even save old buttons, in hopes that one day I will find the missing shirts or compatible ones. I have tried to fight back against my thoughts that, “Just when I throw this away, I will find out what it goes to and will kick myself.” And, every once in a while, I do find out what the thing belonged to and restore it to its rightful location, and for that moment everything feels right with the world.