Adverts are everywhere, exhorting the values of the next must have gadget. Items which will revolutionise our lives and make us wonder how you we lived without them. Methods of payment are all too easy too – just one click and it will be on its way. So is it any wonder that we live in a “must have” society?
One of my resolutions this year was to de-clutter my house. Well, I started but I have nowhere near finished, and over the year have probably accumulated more clutter than I have managed to dump / recycle / give away to charity.
I’m not a shoe or a handbag fiend (although on recent review of these items I do seem to have rather a lot) but my major shopping weaknesses are books and notebooks. This year I have made a demonstrable effort curtail my notebook habit and despite the odd slip have been moderately successful. I’ve even tried to resist the temptation to pick up a paperback (or two) whenever I’m doing the weekly food shop or happen to stray into The Works. I still look but I try not to touch. So I should be feeling moderately pleased with myself. But I fear that this is just an exercise in self-delusion.
Despite diligent attention, the “to be read” pile has not depleted, in fact, it’s beginning to resemble the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and I’m expecting an imminent avalanche. How come? Well, it’s partly thanks to lots of lovely family and friends who know how much I love to read and who insist on lending recommended books to me – yes I do love them, but please can you just hang on to them for a while to give me a chance to catch up? It’s also due to the fact that my husband bought me a Kindle for my birthday.
The aim of the Kindle was to reduce the amount of books entering the house. This has clearly failed. (Do you want to know what my guilty secret is? I’ve started storing the overflow of books in an empty filing cabinet at work – ssh! Don’t tell hubby.)
I do love my kindle, but it is incredibly easy to download books without the physical reminder to dog my day-to-day life. So not only is my house full to overflowing (as well as my desk) but my head is too. As if my to do list for family and writing wasn’t long enough, the reading one has gone ever so slightly viral too.
It has got to STOP!
So, one of my resolutions for next year as well as decluttering my house, is to stop buying any more books until I’ve read at least half of the ones which currently reside chez moi.
Its going to be difficult but I’m determined to do it. Might just slip in a visit or two to library if I find the temptation overwhelming.
What are your obsessions / guilty secrets?