Hi, my name is Katie, and I’m not a hoarder. Ouf, that was good to get off my chest. In fact, when I (finally) sit down to clean out my closet, I can be ruthless – my mom taught me at a young age. Oh gosh, wait, that sounded terrible…she didn’t teach me to be ruthless; she taught me to only save things that I need or are really important to me. Moving around so much the past seven years (and the 18 years before that), I’m truly thankful for this discerning skill. It’s really one of the few areas of my life in which I’m confidently decisive. (I’m constantly striving for more executive decision-making in my life…it’s an uphill battle.) Was I sad when I got rid of my favorite troll doll slippers in the first grade? Yes. But in retrospect were they something to hold on to? No. They were weird little guys with purple hair that quickly became too small for my feet.
(If I were you, I’d really be wondering how in the world this story is going to connect to homemade biscuits right about now. Just wait for it…)