Paring down is my life’s ongoing quest.
Why? I have ADD1 and Stuff kills me. Kills my ability to focus on anything. If I get in a work groove, I still have that little niggle at the back of my mind about children’s clothes that are outgrown that need to be gathered up and put out on the curb for Disabled Veterns to come pick up. As I get older, mid century modern gets a helluva lot more attractive.
I rejoiced when I could pack my music collection into a thingie I could hold in my palm. I rejoiced when I could carry around a library’s worth of books in my purse. Thus, there is one thing I hoard: data. I keep everything, because I can hold it in my hand.
How many people are like me, in their heart of hearts? I don’t know. My quest is derailed by the fact that Other People live with me and those Other People have Stuff. XX is 6-1/2 and I can’t bear to go into her room now. How much worse will it be when she’s 16-1/2?
So in my ongoing quest to Zennify, the two things that give me hope are my mp3 player and my ebook reader.
1. Please note: I do not consider my ADD a “disorder.” I like it. It’s useful. It’s part of my personality.





