I thought that after years of tossing things out and going through boxes and culling and simplifying and organizing, that I had divested myself of all of my superfluous ephemera and paper stuffs.
Tonight while looking through a box in the garage I found a couple of work files that I didn't know existed. Old scripts, perhaps? Call sheets or post production schedules, maybe?
File One contained various receipts from 2001. I tossed them.
File Two held a photo from 1998 and page after page of meticulous record keeping of every outfit that I wore that same year. I guess I should hang on to that file in case I ever need it. (Like to prove that I'm a little compulsive.)