It's lunch time. I am at the office, still with
so much stuff in my head. At one corner I would like to let go of my passion for
dolls as it is somehow overwhelming, but at the other corner tells otherwise.
Doll-collecting is not a cheap
hobby in the first place. At my age of late 30’s, I am supposed to be focusing
already on my future funds like retirement. I should already be cutting
unnecessary purchases, which dolls mostly fall under and just get my basic
needs.
It is, however, uneasy.
I have written from my
previous blogs that I have tried to abstain from doll-collecting, which I
thought I was successful as I have managed to turn my glance away from toy stores.
Little did I know that staying “sober” was just for few years. The Monster High
Doll collection had re-hit the “addiction button” and sooner I realized that I
am back to the hobby.
It was back with a vengeance!
I have now considered other
dolls like babies, toddlers, 18-inches, vintage, Japanese, etc, and these are
bigger dolls. My storage space issue has actually increased. The bigger dolls
require bigger spaces compared to the ones that are Barbie-sized.
I have started selling my
duplicates. I am tempted to sell the others. The thought of making money out of
these dolls is exciting, but something whispers that I might regret letting
them go afterwards.
To sum it all up, I am back to
zero. No progress whatsoever. Melancholic.
How can a source of happiness be
also a source of distress? Ironic.
