Words cannot express how happy and relieved I was when I finally bought, built and filled my new bookcase. It was literally a weight off my shoulders. No, seriously–it was heavy to lift on my own, and it’s almost a whole foot taller than I am.
After the blood, sweat and tears of setting up my bookcase, I was very proud of how I had organized my shelves by genre, size, etc. (Check out my BYOBooks bookcase tour post.) However, after a few months, I was overwhelmed whenever I looked at my bookcase.
I’ve held on to some books since middle and high school. Others from college. Many were from library sales or from The Great Borders Liquidation of 2013. But did I actually want to read some of those? And if I did, do I still feel the same way now? Where did this even come from?
Was Marie Kondo whispering in my ear?