It's funny the things you find.
Then lose again.
Then find.
Then lose.
It can go on like this for years. Decades.
This $10 paper bill has been coming in and out of my life since circulation ceased in 1993. Its appearance is always a surprise. Even the digital version.
Interestingly, this banknote fails to occupy any space on my emotional (or fiscal) hard drive. It's of low value both sentimentally and financially and, as a consequence, I never know where it is (hence the perpetual surprises).
Is this damaging?
Keeping something of little value (on any scale)?
Is this the foundation of compulsive hoarding?
The thought alarms me.
With this new insight, I must approach letting go decisions with awareness. Things of little value should not be difficult to release. If they are, I may have a bigger problem on my hands.
Though in this instance, hoarding cash is not the issue. It's not knowing where to find it that appears to be the problem.
