Quote Originally Posted by Chicken lady View Post
Ultralite, we all have 24 hours in a day. We all do something during each minute that makes up those hours. I have more choice about how to spend those minutes than most people on the planet. What you are really asking me is "what would your day look like if you had to give up some of your choices?" Unless you are asking "what would your day look like if your dh decided to hire a full time cook?" In which case I would sleep an extra 40 minutes on weekdays and spend a little more time on the stuff I am already doing.

i don't have a reasonable fantasy life where I should be thinking about making changes, the only things I don't want to do are cook meals and clean the house. And I would rather do those things than have one of us work more to pay someone to do them or divert money from other uses. If you gave me magic elf servants - I would still do my chores and clean the stalls. (The elves could also fetch the groceries)

i am am curious what you think this has to do with the hoarding though.
Well, what does it have to do with hoarding?

I wonder how much taking on so, so many tasks is part of the hoarding disorder. How does it contribute to it? More tasks/hobbies/activities usually means more stuff.

I remember once you asked me why I "don't drink life from a fire hose."

I think about that question a lot.

For one thing, I like lounging around. This is not popular in the US -- parents are busy all the time, they make their kids be busy all the time. Bosses are busy and give their employees mucho busy work. This goes on everywhere.

But I like to just kick back on the bean bag chair and lounge. It ain't much contemplation. It ain't meditation. It is just lounging. And it is nice!

I am not asking you to give up choices, but rather to examine some of the choices you have made/continue to make. Maybe some unbridled lounging everyday could be good for ya!

But back to the fire hose.

Why don't I drink life from a fire hose?

Because I don't think I could actually taste anything that way. It rushes past my lips, past my tongue, and down my throat all before I can savor the coolness, the refreshment, the primal satisfaction, the amazement of pure water to drink.

To me, life is not an all-you-can-eat buffet (okay, all-you-can-eat buffets in life are all-you-can-eat). And I had a real weakness for them. But again, I would not savor. I'd wolf it down. And ultimately I'd rather taste the richness and savor it than shovel it in.