  So I got past that part in the book where I had to throw out fifty things. I didn't make it to fifty because I don't even think I have fifty things, and also because I threw a bunch of shit out a few weeks before I started reading that book again.
The part I'm at now is even harder though. Earlier I had to write down all these incompletions in my life that I'd like to finish, and then later I had to decide whether I would work on completing them now, later in the indefinite future, or never (meaning I make them complete by deciding that I'm finished with them because they're unecessary in my life).
So now I have to look at all the ones I decided to work on completing now and I have to write down what I'm going to do to complete them and when I'm going to do it. That's an absolutely awful chore. It makes me squirm. I have to set goals and deadlines .. auuuugh pressure! And some of them are so difficult to put time limits on .. like the one where I'm supposed to figure out what I want to do with my life.
What am I supposed to do if I haven't figured that out by my deadline? Pick something and hope I don't hate it? I guess so. See, not doing this exercise means I can keep putting my life on hold. So I can't rightfully not do it, can I. Not fair. Self-help books are supposed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy about yourself and give you an excuse not to do anything with yourself until you're done reading. What's with this whole "taking your life into your own hands" thing? Seriously. 
