Yesterday evening, I realized that I was a 21st century version of the Little Old Lady who lives in a cluttered house filled with old stuff. Old clothes that are out of style and don’t fit, stuff from forgotten hobbies, canning jars, plastic containers, greeting cards, newspaper clippings, every issue of National Geographic since 1962. My clutter is just digital. Heck, I even have digital versions of attic, basement and even public storage lockers.
So, before breakfast this morning – I deleted 250 vintage emails.
Breakfast… it was left over salad. I like salad. Anytime.