Friday, January 24, 2014
I have a problem and the first step to solving the problem is admitting it...right?
Well, apparently, I am a little OCD.
Ok...Ok...maybe "little" is a slight understatement. I have a bit of a problem when it comes to certain things.
Throwing things away may be one of those things in particular.
It's not that I don't appreciate the things I have, but for the most part, things hold little sentimental value to me. If I look around and see too much stuff, I quiet literally feel anxiety and when this mood sets in, there is very little I am not willing to toss in the trash or send to Goodwill.
My family picks on me whenever they can't find something. Oh...mom must have thrown it away! Other people that know me, always joke that when they want to clean out their homes they should have me come over.
However, my compulsion is going to get me in big trouble if not more careful.
Three times in the last two weeks, I have found myself digging through the disgusting trash to recover items mistakenly tossed. I even had to make a visit to a dumpster, recover 3 bags of trash from my kids room, just to find doll earrings that I mistakenly thought was broken jewelry.
Apparently, I can now cross dumpster diving off my bucket list (LOL)!
Thankfully, Master hasn't seen fit to punish me even though the other day, I just happened to discard a very important piece of mail that He was expecting. Digging through the trash did not save me in this case. Trash day had come and gone before we realized He was missing something.
Blinking innocently...I really did think it was an advertisement for a new credit card.
Luckily, He simply called the company and requested it be sent again but I better get this under control or next time I have a feeling I may not be so lucky. In fact, it's probably best if I don't throw away ANY mail with His name on it.
What's your OCD?