Here is a ditty that one of my clients sent to me. I thought it might resonate with some of you stackers and wanted to pass it on for your enjoyment!
Confessions of a Stacker (June 2006) by Kelleen
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Could it be that the clutter in your house is actually your very soul; screaming out for your attention? I’ve been hearing voices lately……
Stop ignoring me!
You cannot avoid me forever!
Please, claim me.
Could it be my junk mail and bills? Left over handouts from classes I teach? A scrapbook I still haven’t finished? Or the boxes I filled with small tokens as gifts for friends, but did not send at Christmas…Unwritten birthday cards…The never-ending “to-do” list……That article I wanted to read……Novels I bought, but never cracked open?
Or … maybe I hear the moaning and whimpering of those boxes in the garage! The ones that I stash all the aforementioned into before company arrives, only to conveniently forget it ever existed? Darn things have a low rumble of frustration, giving me the willies everytime I go out there.
Unfortunately, this means that I avoid the garage – and my washer and dryer – in the garage. So my laundry piles up! And the sounds from those clothes, overflowing their baskets…Like cats at night, the screech of tires, fingernails down the chalkboard!
Actually, it is my soul hollering. Begging. In desperation. Spreading like weeds, in my own home. Apparently, it isn’t fragile.
What is it saying?
Stop ignoring me!
You cannot avoid me forever!
Please, claim me.
