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.: 1.12.2012
Hoarding
I'm a quite disappointed and a little freaked out by my inability to get my house together over the two weeks I had off from work. Some of it can be explained away by needing to catch up on sleep, or the wonderful fact that I had so many people want to spend time with me, but I think it all still boils down to me Not Making It A Priority. And it needs to be A Priority. I'm not a hoarder, but watching those shows and hearing how nearly every person had the death of a loved one trigger them over the edge scares the fuck out of me. I could be that person in about two seconds, I think. I am that close to the raggedy edge. "God grant me the serenity to reorganize the things I need, the courage to toss the things I don't, and the wisdom to know the difference. "
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thus proclaimeth the Zabet 3:56 PM
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