Today I emptied my work computer trash. You see, I let the trash get HOOOGE because I never want to delete something I might need later. It’s the same with my email. I have tons of category folders and I save all my sent messages, despite the incredibly restrictive size of 50M we have on our work email. Anal, no. Organized, yes.
Anyway, we’re winding down a bunch of projects and I felt pretty comfortable doing the big purge. After I did it, I sighed and felt pretty good and un-cluttered. Then it hit me. I haven’t taken out the garbage or recycling in my apartment in a while.  It’s starting to smell.  But that? That ain’t bothering me so much.
Just call me 7 of 9, in reverse.