if you’re anything of a hoarder like i am (was), you’d understand the agony that is the process of spring-cleaning. it pains me to throw away even the most useless of little trinkets. every time i throw something in a plastic bag, i feel like i am erasing a tiny part of the past that i’ll never get back. every stuffed toy, every miniature whiskey bottle, every scrunched up paper with seemingly meaningless doodles on the back, every childhood chapter book and every piece of jewelery that i’ve owned has its own story and there are no exceptions.

part of my too-sentimentalist personality is due in part to my dad. he felt that all my exercise books (prep-year 12) were treasures that i’d appreciate and look back on very fondly when i grew older (ive seen many of his; it’s crazy how much neater his hand-writing is compared to mine!). at the time i was only glad that each school year was over! my primary school arts and crafts projects were proudly displayed on walls and in my room. being a silly, carefree kid, these were never exactly what you’d consider spectacular art. they were more like crazy, whacked-out paper houses that got into an unfortunate run-in with a rainbow tsunami, messy finger-painting portraits and the like. i was taught to see the beauty in everything. and slowly my room became a storage place for all things nostalgia.

lately i’ve been a lot less kind. of course i’d never throw out anything of significance importance. i’ll always be the girl with a bit of sentiment. but boyy, was it getting hard to relax in this mess of a room; my place of solace had turned into a hoarder’s paradise. so i had a new mantra in mind: if i don’t absolutely love it, it has to go. i still have my beloved paper house, but my room’s a lot tidier.

while i was at it, i also took the chance to spring-clean my head. it seemed, every aspect of me was getting too cluttered. and i too often felt overwhelmed, stressed, and was coming up with too many cases of the dreaded cbfs. all of us carry with us futile, unwanted thoughts that we are much better off without - although it may not seem to us, so expendable at the time. my hoarding tendencies seem to carry-over into my mind, and at times i can be guilty of the classic over-thinking.

some thoughts, like those useless trinkets serve no purpose, except to fill up the space in your mind or your room. you are too beautiful to be letting some shiteeebiatch/deeckhead get all up in your personal head space. and just remember, if they are, it’s because they’ve got major issues of their own; just take it in, have a laugh, chuck it down the rubbish chute and get on with your day, clutter-free bebayyy! and then come home to a clutter-free room too. sometimes life can be just beaauutiful. :)

xx