Yes, I have an addiction and it's dogged me as long as I can remember -- the wasteful, unnecessary and nearly unbreakable habit of buying and hoarding far too many magazines. It just about killed me, but I put an estimated 800 past issues of travel, home decorating, cooking and computer magazines into the recycling bin this week. A few of them dated to 1995. Some, I swear, I never even opened. But, someday, I was going to go through them all. Someday I was going to tear out and file those articles and recipes that lured me into buying that very special issue in the first place.
I can't guarantee I'll never buy another magazine, but I think I can promise I'll put some thought into it from now on. I shudder to think not only of the amount of money I'd spent on such ephemera over the years, but the way all those stacks of paper cluttered my living space. I still have plenty of clutter left, but I'm beginning to see the value of less, of simple, of space.
Wish me luck.
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