I read something a while ago about how getting rid of stuff can be overwhelming if we try to find the perfect home for whatever we get rid of. Like, I don't want these slippers anymore, but they are still new, so someone must want them - and so then I hold onto them thinking that I will find someone to give them to.

I think having to shred papers is sort of related to that - we can't just throw things out, it's a process - and I think for other people, it's not a process, it's just throwing stuff out.

With stuff that is just obviously not useful to me, like the food, I just don't get it.

I also am a minimalist sometimes, like when I travel - and I am so clean and organized in shared spaces. Why can't I be that way at home? It just feels so hopeless sometimes.