I knew in my heart that I didn’t really need to have a file of old e-mails from past loves. It’s wasn’t like I didn’t have hard copy back-ups contained in a vintage lunch box.
I am emotionally attached to perfume bottles. I swear that I’ll use those last two blobs of conditioner. I can’t get rid of a shirt I’ve never worn that my mother gave me for Christmas in 2004.
On Oprah’s Life Class last week (stop laughing!), she talked about being addicted to your story. I realized that my “addictive story” was about who I used to be and who I should have been.