The Trials And Tribulations Of Being A Packrat

I am a packrat. Yeah, sure, it’s a learned behavior/survival trait from a lifetime of being poor, but whatever. The upshot is that I have to work at not hanging onto things that are not being used or taking up space. So I periodically make myself go through things and konmari them. Is an item actually likely to ever be useful, and does it spark joy? If the answer is no, they get thanked for their service and get sent on their way. It works pretty well.

Most of the time.

Sadly, I’m also almost certainly wildly ADHD, and tend to move in cyclical patterns, which means sometimes I get rid of things that I later find I actually do need, I just got them too soon, and now I have to go buy them again.

Guess who just had to go out and get all new mixed media inking materials *again*

On the other hand, the fracturing of social media and the increasing problems with AI have been good for one thing. It’s lighting a fire under me to focus myself better and work on building what I originally set out to build so many years ago.

Newford, here I come.