I'm an organizational freak.
Wait, that's not the confession. Well, at least not Confession #131.
Over the years I've been asked by dozens of people to help them pare down and organize their offices, I've just never done it for my own.
This weekend I decided it was time to paint my home office and when I was finished dragging everything out of the room, this is what I discovered.
Confession #131: I'm think I'm an office hoarder.
"How did this happen?" I've heard those words so many times from the people I've helped and honestly, I always think "It happened because you keep too much crap. Duh!" But here I am in the same boat.
I'm loathe to get rid of a single thing.
Here's an antique clock my great aunt gave to me because I'd always admired it. Unfortunately right before she gave it to me, she had it "fixed" by taking out all it's original nonworking parts and converting it to battery power. Even though it is worthless, whenever I look at it, it reminds me of Aunt Margie and what she did to make it better for me and it makes me smile.
These are all my gardening books. They trace the evolution of my thumb from black to green and although I haven't opened a single one of these books for years, I can't possibly let them go.
I bought this on my visit to South Africa. It was sold as a "Traditional African Headdress" but I thought it looked like a beautiful flower. It's huge and crazy pink, but how can I give it up?
A picture of me in Paris. Postcards from our kids. A picture of family at a brother's Broadway opening. Those I'll keep for sure.
Took a class one time to learn how to draw. I'm absolutely terrible at it, but I might magically get better. You never know when I'll need these again.
This is just one of the many boxes of books that came out of my office. Notice "The Art of Mingling." One of my daughters gave that to me to help me with all the dreaded Senate receptions. Unfortunately, it didn't' work, but it might one day. The little framed saying about butterflies is from my Mom's house. So tacky, but can't let it go.
I LOVE words. I actually cried with happiness when I received this as a gift. And, even though I have a dictionary app that I use constantly, can't let a great compilation of words disappear.
My yoga mat that I use every morning right before my half hour of meditation. Okay, I don't do either of those things - but as soon as my office gets painted and put back together, I will, I promise.
I couldn't think of how these guys found their way into my life. But, then I remembered something from one of my blog post about my Grandmother Nellie.
It's no secret, there is no love loss between my grandmother and I, so maybe it would be good Karma for me to let these little guys move on.
Whew. I'm not like all those other hoarders. I can let things go.
There - see? I'm not Crazie after all.
Know another Crazie person like me? Send them this blog and maybe they'll straighten up.