Channeling Grandma

I am visualizing. I see clean rooms free of clutter. I like the sight.

Reality check

How can I throw out this precious scribble created by my first born son fifteen years ago? Not to mention the companion piece scribbled by the three year old just last night. How can I throw out this ugly worn out fridge magnet? My mom gave it to me. What if I threw it out and not five minutes later I got a call that she'd been hit by a meteor? The shame and the guilt would surely be more than I could bear. Do you get a sense of what I'm up against?

Thanks Grandma, your legacy lives on. For my grandchildrens sake I must conquer this.