I had a dream.
I remembered it.
Taken one way or another it seems I want a change of life direction.
So, with no clue as to just where any turn should be made I tackled the obvious detritus that has accumulated since the last big change.
I shredded a few years of uncontested bank statements. I shredded my rental lease terminated two years ago. I shredded the mess of expired post-retirement, pre-Medicare health insurance policies. I shredded a ream of paperwork documenting an assortment of hassles, miscommunications and snafus involving my cross-continental move.
I had celebrated tax day by shredding all of my sufficiently musty income tax returns. But while I was sorting and shredding those old bank documents I found the two years of recent tax returns that were missing. Light shines through where there had been a mess!
Now there’s a thirty gallon bag full of shreddings and recyclable paper down by the trash.
My file cabinet is no longer a jumbled jungle.
Clearing out the rest of it seems almost a satisfying prospect.
But, although I do remember those old days when I was an $8 / hour contracted office temp, usually hired to sort towering piles of paper; I’m pretty certain that’s not the direction I am supposed to go this time around.