I've been reading that book about de-cluttering, and now I'm working on paper items. I'm stalled on some letters I wrote to a friend during the 70s that she sent back to me. Wow. What an embattled person I was. That was necessary for survival at the time in a foreign country, Switzerland, with two little girls, a husband busy with his career, living in a small apartment, always short of money. There was not much scope for self-development then, so any steps along those lines felt like a foolish indulgence. But it was also a beautiful time and a fully lived one and the basis for all my later literary and artistic interests, which carried over into my higher education when I returned to the States.
Back to my war on paper.