How getting rid of STUFF is like therapy.

First of all, I'm sorry you haven't been able to post any comments on my blog. I am working to figure this out. I was born at the worst time for learning a computer. If I would have been born much earlier I could have said "Screw it" and refused to learn the functions of a computer and everyone would forgive me because I'm old. If I would have been born later, I would have learned it in school and developed an appreciation for that knowledge. Unfortunately, I'm stuck in the middle and left to my own devices when it comes to figuring this stuff out. I know, I know, I could take a computer class but honestly I would rather just save my time and money and complain about it. There will be a point when I will admit failure and go to "help". Give me time.
Today, I am getting rid of stuff. We are planning a remodel of our home and everything has to be boxed up and moved out for the sheet-rock guys to do their thing. I am in charge of the kitchen and dining area, those are my spaces, garage and closets are George's spaces. I really dislike packing, I can come up with a million other more fun things to do like pluck my eyebrows, but the best part is the purging part. It feels so good to get rid of stuff that I don't use every day. It's like a breath of fresh air after a stuffy nose. I try to hang on to the important stuff, a dish George's grandma left us from one of her many trips to Germany or my grandmothers silver set. You don't get ride of stuff like that, but you do need to get rid of the three glasses (set started with eight) that don't match anything anymore, or the plastic cup some kid left at your house during a visit. Go ahead and git rid of the placemats that are stained, or the napkin ring holders you really don't like anymore, the used candles that you keep planning to melt down (good intention, but not going to happen) and the kitchen gadget you got for your birthday that you never learned to use. In Anchorage I can take all this stuff down to Value Village or Vi Vi's as my friends like to call it. They take it, give you a reciept for taxes, price it and put it on the shelf for resale. It's kind of fun to go to Vi Vi's every once in a while and go shopping. "Hey, those look like my napkin rings! Hope somebody buys them." Purging stuff physically has a very psychological purging affect. You can see the important stuff more clearly and you have room for what really matters. If you don't believe me, watch "Hoarding: buried alive" It's Never Too Late to purge.