Let That Shit Go

Behold my morning ritual: coffee at my "desk", which is really just my dining room table with my laptop and piles of paper and other assorted crap on one end. The only thing I enjoy about this scene is my coffee. I am sure there's a phrase out there with the sentiment "cluttered desk, cluttered mind " if not, there it is. Somebody make a meme!

But seriously. The clutter is getting to me lately. My hoarding tendencies are strong, and I just can't seem to get rid of things. What if I need it later? Or if I don't need it later, can it be reused by someone else? Can it be donated or sold? If it can't be reused, can it be recycled? But where and how can it be recycled? By the time I get through my checklist, I'm too tired and confused to do anything about it. So the piles grow. This has gotten worse with my one armed situation, since it's even more tiring to do any sort of physical organization work.

So this morning I'm taking the day off. I'm retiring to my meditation space to listen to an online class by my teacher, and then sit in practice. Although my closets won't wind up organized, my thoughts and mind will, enabling me better tackle these paper piles.

Maybe a few self inquiry questions will pop up in there as well. Why do I hold on so hard to objects? What does this grasping give me, and what does it save me from? What am I so afraid of losing?
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Please feel free to share your favorite hoarding stories, organization tips, and excuses for not letting shit go. We're all in this together, after all.