Two months into the new year, and I’m re-evaluating and reorganizing my home files. I’ve researched how long to keep records, and I’m forcing myself to let things go. I don’t need to keep everything. I will have a date with the shredder soon.
Ahhh, the shredder. I wish everything was that easy to get rid of! Put on too much weight? Send those pounds to the shredder. Too much clutter in your home? Heap it all into the shredder. Remember the bad date last Saturday night? Oh, well. Maybe that’s a bad idea. . .
With me, it’s pens. I have a pen collection. I just love to go buy them, open them up when I get home and free them from all the packaging. I have hundreds of pens, all waiting to write something, anything, before they dry up. Kind of like me, I suppose. My pens. I had to throw one away today. The ceremony was incredibly sad. . .