BagMe

I’ve always loved a bag. A big one at that. I mean the better to carry all my STUFF in.  Right?  Since moving to New York, having a hobo of a bag has become indispensable for me. But yesterday when I got home I had to admit that I hadn’t even looked in my bag for practically anything except for my phone charger, I’d. cell phone and oh yeah the folder that I forgot that I left on the floor in the living room.

You mean to tell me I told myself that of all the stuff I had in there I didn’t have the one thing that I needed. But then again I thought I needed all those “things”. So, it got me wondering how much of my stuff do I really need. I must admit again that some of it is for comfort. I rather have it then not have it. Because if I go looking for it and can’t access it, it’s not a good look for me.

This morning I actually went through my bag and I do have things sorted into folders so I can kind of keep everything organized.  Now, I think in contrast to having a car, I’m doing well. And I’m doing even better than a while ago where I felt a serious strain on my shoulder not to mention my friend’s complaints of how heavy it was when they would attempt to lift. Hey, I guess it was kind of like having my own free weight. HA!

So, I’m afraid to really CLEAN out my bag but I did this morning. It felt so light that I thought I must be leaving something. In actuality I was, all the STUFF that I really didn’t need today.  But I have to have a book, my current journal and the one before that, i just can’t bare to leave my thoughts behind.  I guess too my bag is like a symbol of my ambitions. Ooh thats a realization!  It’s full of all the things I hope to look at, read, address, write on and do in the course of the day. The trick is to not get depressed if during the day I don’t even get a chance to peek inside my bag, well that’s other than for my keys when I come home after a long day of juggling my life. Oh to be me!

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