Had a reason to go into the attic this morning for DH. Grabbed a wad of papers from an open box I’ve been working on for some time. And, yes, they all got tossed.
(image via images.google.com, it is NOT mine)
I found a letter from someone I have no idea who it is?
And writings of mine about being in love, with my ex husband and 2 former boyfriends. Since we’ve been together for 40 years now, that means all of this predates that. I’ve been hauling these around for more than 40 years???
Sigh. They’re in the recycling bin. The sigh isn’t because I regret purging this, it’s because I’ve carried these papers around for so very long! I thought I’d gotten rid of all such things when we lived in Florida, 25+ years ago. I know I pitched the letters from my ex-husband at that point, and thought almost all this sort of stuff had gone too? Obviously not!