goodbye, leg of sponge bob

Linette’s making me get rid of lots of my stuff… I have a problem with hoarding. I know that about myself. And, it’s good that Linette is pushing me now, after having lived with me for over 13 years. She’s always been nudging me along, but now she’s actually shoving — hard. I’m rebelling, getting pissed-off and muttering under my breath, but I know, deep down inside, that it’s a good thing.

There’s quite a bit of change taking place right now. Getting rid of a lot of my stuff is only part of the picture. Linette’s also got a plan to shift everything around on the first floor of our house. The biggest change is that I’ll no longer have an office. Actually, I never really had an office. What I had was a room where I stacked junk… I can’t even remember the last time I actually did work in there… So, Linette’s moving her office into my junk room, and all of my stuff that can’t be sold, recycled or given away is going into storage… Over the last few weeks, Linette’s been dragging my stuff out, box by box. Sometimes I help her. And, sometimes I just sit here at the computer, like a ghost, watching her pack my stuff up as though I’d been dead for years.

So, now almost all of my stuff is in a holding area toward the back of the house, and I’ve apparently got a few weeks to deal with it before it’s all either burned or thrown down the basement stairs. I know it’s a good thing. I know cutting the clutter will simplify our lives, and I suspect that it will have a positive impact on my depression, but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

So, even though it makes me incredibly anxious, I’ve decide to let a few things go every couple of days. Today, it’s the leg from the Sponge Bob pi