I love to recycle. I love to reuse anything that comes into my house that isn't garbage. Ribbons from packages, unused envelopes, address labels from junk mail- you name it. I think it's a combination of my hoarder tendencies plus the abhorrence of throwing out usable items.
I have made piles out of the same bits of ephemera in my living room over and over again. I take the garbage bag and the recycling bag and sit in the middle of mess and work my way down. Always there is a pile of leftovers that I cannot bring myself to toss. Today I took the trash can and asked myself what's the worst thing that can happen if this thing gets tossed. Half the pile went into the can. I am not organized and I don't have enough room for all the stuff that isn't good enough for Goodwill but is still good.
I feel like I'm on my own little 12 program to regain my life. My next question is going to be, "Is this a want or a need?" Tonight this question kept me from driving to the Dollar Tree. I came home and did homework with my son and made muffins instead.
It works if you work it.