This is so hard for me to talk about, I've been wrestling with it all day. I guess I should just come out and say it: I'm getting rid of my Martha Stewart Living magazines.
I think I may be hyperventilating, and I'm not even kidding. I keep having to remind myself to take deep breaths. In...and out. In...and out. Calm thoughts. I may need a twelve step program and a sponsor to call when it all gets too overwhelming.
Why am I putting myself through this? Because we're having our floors refinished. That means we have to move everything out of one side of the house...and then move everything to the other side of the house. This has given me a new outlook on decluttering. If it's going to happen, now is the time.
My first target was the bookcases. As I approached them, the first thing I noticed were the rows of Martha magazines. I have about eight or nine linear feet of Marthas, every issue going back to number one. My first instinct was to ignore them. They're my Marthas--of course I'm keeping them. But the thought of them kept niggling at me. They take up a lot of space. And they're awfully heavy. And I don't look at them that often. --sigh-- The writing was on the wall.
So my plan is to start with the most recent ones and work backwards until I can't stand it anymore. I will hang onto the first year, probably, and I'm keeping all the December issues. So far I've done 2010 and started on 2009. I'm not laboring over them--just a quick flip through, tearing out anything I want to keep. But, oh, the second guessing!
Tell me it will be okay.