Me: “What’s the opposite of a hoarding disorder?”
Daughter: “I dunno, but you totally have it.”
It’s called Obsessive Compulsive Spartanism, and once Oprah gets her hands on it, I’m sure it will be a treatable condition. I don’t think I’m all the way there. My daughter is right, though: I do have the need, almost constant, to get rid of things.
I wasn’t always this way. I used to collect with the best of them, and hang on to things I didn’t even like, just because I felt guilty throwing them away. No more. No, my material purging began slowly, accelerated by necessity during two cross-country moves. It picked up more speed as I began to draw peace and calm from a new simplicity of decor. Think Zen meets Pottery Barn.
In all of this unloading, there are only two things I truly regret giving away:
1) the musical Santa cookie jar, complete with peeling paint. I missed it so much the following Christmas that I went on e-Bay and found one almost like it;
2) the metal and wicker fruit basket I gave away last month. I realized, too late, that this basket had great energy, and even though it was a bit rusted, chipped and wicker-rotty, I miss it.
The energy signature of objects is a subject I find fascinating. There is a green shirt in my closet — pale lime green, long sleeve cotton button-up, just perfect for fishing or boating. It mocks me. There’s nothing wrong with the shirt itself; looking at it reminds me of a bad choice I made. Nothing fatal, not even life-threatening, just an unpleasant interlude and a learning experience.
I have been keeping it as a battle of wits (with a shirt! Yes, I know how crazy this sounds!) If I can overcome the emotional charge of this thing, then I win! AND I’ll still have my shirt!
It’s like when people touch a live wire and can’t seem to let go. “Just let go!” we scream, but they clutch tight. So in this very moment, I decide to let go. Let the shirt win; it has beaten me. Or have I beaten it? Either way, it goes into the Goodwill bag tonight.
I wonder if I’ll miss it??














Thanks to Lisa Nelson over at Hush for also donating her lovely hush shopping bags for our swag gift bags that are being given to the first 50 lucky people visiting us the night of the party.