No Skeletons In My Closets

My husband laughs at me because I love to organize things no one ever sees.

Junk drawers, closets, random cabinets....when I can purge and organize something that is cluttered behind a closed door, I feel so fresh and light.

Cleaning off a counter top or an exposed shelf does nothing for me. I feel nothing when it's finished. I realize that it needs to be done, and I do it, but I don't feel changed after I've completed it.

But when I can purge a junk drawer, and throw out a giant trash bag full of crap, I get such a high. When I organize a linen closet, or a sock drawer, or a movie cabinet, I feel like I've really accomplished something.


I wonder if this is how bulimics feel after they've thrown up?