Junkie Car

I am a bag lady on wheels, socially accepted but embarrassed all the same.
I loathe making New Year's Resolutions. They either seem too brutal or too lame. Either way I usually feel pretty ick about it. So this year I decided on no more "resolutions" but more of "ideas" or "desires" for the upcoming year. One of which is to learn how to treat my car better. Specifically the space within my car.
I am not proud to admit this, but I do not have a great track record with car cleanliness. In fact, a dear  friend of mine got in my car a few months back and her immediate response was "wow, you have a junkie car". And she meant it. And she knows. She was A) once a junkie and B) once lived in her car. So coming from her I took this seriously. A few days later when my shame fully settled in my bones I began to pick through my junk. Twine, hats, broken CD's, old bottled waters that were surely full of melted plastic chemicals, date pits, lots of clothing, Ikea bags, plastic bags, paper cups, coffee mugs, notebooks, broken glass, dog leash, birthday cards, etc. You get the idea. Not great for a 2 door Toyota Yaris. My mom has always told me that the state of your car represents the state of your mind, which means I need help fast. So I am trying to weed out the trash as it begins to collect. My car is full at the moment because a great friend just gave me a full car load of needed baby hand me downs but I will be organizing it all very soon. At least it is on my mind daily and hey....knowing you have a problem is half the battle.