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.
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.
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.