I am called to cull more and more these days. Sometimes as I go through old drawers and files, I think to myself....when I die, someone is going to have to throw all of this stuff out. Dont get me wrong...I dont want to die. But I cant help but think that an awful lot of what we tend to hold onto, has no value whatsoever outside the particular life that it was associated with. So much of what I have collected and kept, seems to serve mainly as evidence that I was here; case in point....the daytimers pictured below. I realized today that I had a stack of them going back eight years. Thats 2,920 days of appointments, and phone numbers, and coffee dates, and all manner of important things. I plan therefore I am, or at least, will be next week. I tore apart all the books except last years, and put the paper pages in my yellow recycling bag; and with that, a huge whack of evidence of my life goes to the curb for pickup this Thursday.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 18:13:21 +0000
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