I am a collector. I am not a hoarder, I just like things. A minor case of OCD, maybe. But I'm not a hoarder.
What do I collect you might ask? Well, anything I like. Even if I don't have "place for it". In the end, that's not good. For anyone.
I saw a video clip of 60 Minutes about Andy Rooney and his "organizational" tendencies. I watched it twice and came to the conclusion that I am just like him…
No, I'm not some 80 year old witty man that collects calendars from 1994, but I'm well on my way to becoming a spitting image of him.
It ends today. Things that really mean something to me will be collected and treasured, and I've devised a very easy way to determine if it is something that is special: I will ask myself the question: "Is this something my family would want when I am gone?" If the answer is no, then it is gone.
I just got a call and before we know it we can be moving very soon, so now is just as good as time as any to make these changes in my life, especially with the dump only being down the street. I mean, who wants to move a bunch of stuff I'm going to throw out anyway, right?
2008 could be a year that defines me as a person.
*stepping off my cheesy soapbox*
