…everywhere. And piles of paper. Some of it quite old, relatively. Why can I not throw SHIT out???? Let me parse this: what will happen if I were to just take all of this paper and heave it in the garbage?

1. My identity might be stolen. Wooo wooo, BFD. Except that a responsible person (i.e. not me) would shred the paper first. I do actually have a shredder. But there is soooooo much paper and it would take me sooooooooo long.

2. I might want some of this paper sometime in the future. Yeah, right.

3. My father would be furious at me for not saving this paper. He’s been dead for twelve years

4. I will have given in to the gods of irresponsibility.

Aha! gotcha! My sixth grade teacher named me Miss Irresponsibility and I am still–lo, these many decades later–trying to prove her wrong.

I’m going to do it, toss it all…maybe…I think…