I've Become a Digital Hoarder

I just spent hours cleaning up my desktop.

I couldn’t stand looking at it anymore.

From books to read, to writing samples, to resumes—I filed. I deleted. I let go.

You see, I never delete anything. Ever. I always think I’ll need it—maybe tomorrow, maybe two years down the road, or maybe even in the after-life. And I never do.

But I keep it—nonetheless. And I’m admitting right here that I’ve become a digital hoarder!

Time to Move On

If anyone ever stole my laptop they would probably hand it right back. That’s how bad it was.

There were things on my desktop that I know I thought were very important when I saved them there—and now, for the life of me, I can’t remember why I even bothered. Like a book review—of a book I hated. A copy of my resume from 2008. Directions, vet bills, recipes (like I cook) food lists, to-do lists, and of course a whole file on cover letters that were never answered.

Why do I do this to myself?

More importantly, when did my desktop become analogous with my busy life?

In fact, my desk top had become a digital history of the past two years of my life. And apparently they’ve been pretty chaotic. Yes, I’ve always known this, but to see it online brings a whole new perspective. So I spent the morning filing, deleting and not worrying that an apocalyptic virus will wipe out my digital life. And if it did happen, I’d survive.

This digital hoarder has cleaned up her act!