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Susanne McMillan's avatar

Money I would never ever toss. Though I know I won't be going to Afghanistan again and have the opportunity to use my 50-year-old coins, I do keep them.

I have a little wooden box full of foreign coins. It sits in the correct Feng shui position in my house to assure I never run out of money. So far it has done the trick.

In my basement is a large jar with odd screws, nuts, and bolts. And every once in a while it contains just what I need. Ditto for the bin of “Odds.”

I come from the postwar generation of Germans whose family memory is that of poverty and need. It makes for hoarders.

Later in life I lived in the boonies. A trip to the store was a project. You start to keep everything. Just in case.

As to old projects and whatnot. I have my emails from 15+ years ago. Nicely sorted into folders. Turns out I actually have to go into them at times to answer a request from a client from years ago who has questions.

All that having been said, I ruthlessly keep my working spaces clutter-free. I can't think in an ocean of “Is that something I need to address?” items around me.

My digital life lives neatly sorted in folders, backed up twice.

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Nicole Blair's avatar

I love your voice thank you for sharing.

I think I disagree with this view, in the sense, that I am a poet with PTSD.

The writing isn't for views. It's for my soul to breathe. I chose flowery words to communicate pain small words wont suffice.

In a non- poetic sense, I understand your point. I also respect it, but disagree with it.

I probably live my writing style in the polar opposite. Still worried about views, must be a human condition..

However, when I write my dictionary flowery word poetry.

I feel less unseen.

Less alone.

Less, not wanting to exist.

There is a space for that type of writing. Please, let's remember the artists here, writing for their souls.

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