Yesterday, I dumped ALL my cassette tapes.
All of them.
The ones I had since grade school, all the way to when I met my first boyfriend (and the ones I recorded for him too!)
I am assiduous about organizing and cleaning, and I hate clutter (the mark of a true #DiscardsStudies scholar or simply a Type A Virgo Upholder?) ... and yet,
I had tapes. I kept my grades from undergrad.
I kept each certificate. Just to make sure it was real.
WRT mementos, discarding them feels extraordinarily real.
Because of the emotional attachment. Letting go of these becomes a dialogue between the rational self “this is useless” and the emotional self “this matters to me”.
Monday morning reflections.