Recently, on author, Sarah Fine’s blog…
(she’s a practicing child psychologist, by the way)
She posted about hoarding.
She also recommended the novel:
Dirty Little Secrets: Child of a Hoarder by C.J. Omololu.
I thought the topic and her assessment of the book interesting…
And I have on occasion watched the show Hoarders on A&E.
Now, while I don’t physically hoard…
OK, I do have closets stuffed with lots of stuff…
Especially clothes that don’t fit or I know I’ll never wear again…
And yes, my pantry may include outdated cans…
I think I’m fairly normal.
But still I wonder…
Though I may not physically hoard…
Do I virtually hoard?
Coincidentally, the same day of Sarah’s blog post…
I had perused files on my laptop and found…
Old versions of many manuscripts, short stories and poems…
And while I now have current versions that are so much better…
And all these files are backed up on a flash drive and Carbonite…
I was still hesitant to delete them.
And while keeping all these files in virtual space is no biggie…
Because really, I can run out and buy more space if I need to…
I was emotionally attached to these files…
They represented far more than just pixilated words on a screen.
To delete them and send them to the recycle bin…
Felt like I would be del
And all the years of struggling to be a writer…
Including all the dreams of being a published author...
Would evaporate…
With just one quick “del
I’ve been pondering this feeling of being deleted for several days now…
If my words are so easily deleted…
Am I so easy to dismiss?
Tell me…
Can you relate?
Are you a virtual hoarder?
Always, Em-Musing
