Scared (to) Straight(en)
I saw the scariest thing ever on TV: Hoarders.
The smell of rotting food and cat pee-poop seeped through my TV as I watched a cleaning crew remove like 20 sick cats from a defeated hoarder’s house. I almost puked when someone pulled a petrified kitty from a pile of dusty garbage.
Totally judging and gagging as they went to commercial, I caught a glimpse of my own surroundings. Did I have some hoarding…umm, let’s say…tendencies?
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Hoarders terrified me so that I got up and threw away 80% of my grimy bedroom closet.
I am not a hoarder. But I have a whole lot that needs to go into the don’t keep pile. My challenge is to eat this, making up a word, clutterphant (clutter elephant? Never mind.) one bite at a time.
Join me as I go from this:
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To this! Well, close to this.
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