I have been sorting through closets making piles of things to donate to charity. I am bad at this and save most everything for a rainy day, but am trying to follow my husband's lead. Still, most of the pile contains things that are his.
I have a closet of old clothes that maybe I will wear again, stacks of books and music I want to read and listen to again. Will I?
This advice is from the book "When I Grow Up I Want to Be 60", from the chapter entitled "Stuffed":
I am not the curator of the Museum of Me. I am a pioneer, entering the frontier of the New Sixties. Best to travel light.
What should I jettison next?
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
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