I've spent the last couple years thinning the herd of my belongings. I feel like I'm getting close to a point where everything thing own that isn't directly related to my daily life, has a story. I like that. I like feeling i only have something because of some specific event in my life that caused me to own it. Like this.... these are my prayer beads. A friend of my moms gave them to me before our tour in the middle east.... now they just kind of stay near me. I'm not a religious person by any means.... but I feel compelled to keep these around me. Maybe superstition is the word..... either way... I'm not dead yet, so they must be doing something right.
