Please—to any of you who suffer from depression, anxiety, OCD, or any other mental illness—I am learning to laugh at myself. This is my recovery process, and it’s what’s working for me. I mean no disrespect to any reader who may believe I am dismissing mental illness. I’ve lived thorough it, and I’m on the other side trying to improve myself and enjoy my life. I don’t want to go back to being stuck in the muck.
I began this post days ago, in my typical whiny way of writing.
Thinking about what I wanted to say, I burst out laughing, and decided to go another direction.
I’m sure y’all have heard the quote by Albert Einstein;
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
The study of psychology, the human mind, human behavior, or any professional studies pertaining to why humans do what they do, is not in my portfolio.
My portfolio includes a bunch of doing the same things over and over, expecting different results.
Well–maybe it sounds better if I say that I do insane things, which doesn’t necessarily make me insane.
I seriously wish that computers, the “paperless life”, or “going green”, was part of my early adulthood. Apparently, I must have something to touch in order for it to be real.
When we moved from the Seattle area to the Atlanta area, I had a ton of paperwork. I have admitted I’m a paper hoarder.
When we moved, I wasn’t about to move my hoard across the country, because that was silly. So I dug out my hoard, dating back to 1979. I kid you not. I shredded and purged.
We moved in 2006.
Giving myself a break, because of the life changes I have survived since 2006, I still had the problem of letting go of papers. My therapist suggested that I hire a professional organizer.
Pfft. I have a brain, and I know how to use it.
The other day, as I was going through each piece of paper, I discovered another little Ugly in myself. I began to mentally boo-hoo about the scope of the tasks I have ahead of me. I heard the words of my therapist as I held a little receipt—“What purpose does this serve?”
In 2014, who holds a receipt from the Dollar Store dated 2006?
That little Ugly has to go, and I’m laughing as I kick its butt to the curb 😀