Home again and wondering
Sunday, July 04, 2010
We had a wonderful family reunion (14 of us including 4 little kids and one teen) in Wisconsin, literally on an Island with no electricity, but log cabins with comfy beds and someone who did the cooking and the dishes (not the beds - lol).
I am fortunate to have a very loving, supportive family who accepts and loves my partner. We all enjoy reading, playing games, going out in the canoes, kayaks, and boats. Well, I like it, but my balance isn't as good as is used to be - the kayaking and canoeing were out for Geri and me, but I enjoyed watching them :) We had regular meal times and happy hour together. Geri always looked forward to having the clear ice harvested from the lake the winter before in her drink. We would get in before the mosquitoes had us for a meal and play board or card games until we were falling asleep. The storms caused us to spend more time than usual together - a blessing. And I didn't have phone service or a computer to bury myself in.
What does this have to do with hoarding? I learned a few things...
I was better at limiting my acquisitions - only 2 shirts and the traditional Bosaki's fudge... and 4 pounds - lol. I lived out of my suitcase instead of putting away my clothes (lazy on my part).
Having the structure of regularly scheduled meals was surprisingly comforting. I was in an environment where I felt safe, had a regular structure, few distractions - no tv or computer or phone - and was mostly not anxious. I got more regular sleep.
I wonder if hoarding keeps me 'safe' in a physical cocoon away from some of the perplexing realities of life away from the safety and comfort of my family.
When I got back to our house, full of my hoarding, I felt overwhelmed and boxed in. Makes me wonder what my hoarding is all about.