Man I’m a colossal hoarder!

Taking this blogging seriously has been the most productive thing I’ve done since moving my stash of chocolate by my bedside. My weekends has been used for organizing online references, weeding out anything no longer worth reviewing. It’s been about two years since I’ve read The Life-Changing Habit of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo (@MarieKondo) that helped simplify my physical space. And now I wish I had the same aide for digital items. I’m going through my YouTube playlists and saved posts from Facebook and Google Toolbar to condense the amount of digital items I have, yet every hour I see a funny animal video is six additional hours lost to internet idleness. I’m loosing the battle of my attention span.

Stashed neatly in the corner of my closet (I’m getting good at this lying thing) is over sixty books I’m unsure are permanent keepsakes in my library. My New Year’s Resolution is to reading through each at least once before donating them. I made a deadline of a book a week – two if it’s longer than 350 pages – to specify the undertaking. So far I’ve finished four and June is coming in very soon (Yet another poorly fought internal conflict). This is of high importance since this is the year I’m adding Kim Jung Gi books to my collection. My hoarding habits extends far beyond my “professional” life, but discussing it further would prolong the ‘heavy crying in feeble position’ I plan to do once I complete this article.

My drive to finish anything becomes paralyze once I overwhelm myself with too many items at once. To compound this, I tend to start new ideas and projects without the incentive to completing any prior ones. And if it’s not me who brings such random projects to life, it’s sure to be a good friend who co-create projects too stupendous to be left out of.

So yeah! Hoarding: bad. Attempts to prevent it: pathetic. Me: dumb. And throughout this week I intend to get a closer grip on things. I don’t expect to have a flawless, organize stash of digital notes and web links, nor a workstation resembling someone who’s a minimalist; I only need to rid myself of the unimportant and have general locations of items that are. Being a perfectionist started this downward spiral, and its reward of blogging twice within a three-year period and rarely making time to draw has me wondering if I could return it for a discount. Never buy into something you know little about kids!

Draw more! Write more! And if a spirit tries to sell you on the idea of doing things later, ask for credentials and surveys on its claim. Doubts are good remedies for superstitious thinking.