The cards that used to be falling out of my wallet all the time have been enjoying a nice safe and secure home in this fantastic little case for the past five or ten years.

Every once in a while, I add a few more cards, going over capacity, and then it takes an unreasonable amount of time to get the case to snap closed. I sort and reorganize the cards, spreading them out more evenly through the compartments until my shoulder blade muscles are on the verge of going into a spasm. At this point I either give up and put the job aside or, if really lucky, the case snaps closed.

A few days ago, I had a brainstorm: why don't I remove a few of the cards? Don't I deserve that? Don't I deserve that level of comfort and peace in my life? I removed one plastic and two laminated cards which I rarely if ever use and snapped the case closed. The feeling of relief, satisfaction, wholeness and happiness was so much bigger than I expected or imagined it would be. And days later, the feeling is still with me! This is a legal high, it's FREE, and by golly it's long-lasting.

So why hang on to stuff? Because the thought of letting go makes me anxious? But what if holding to more than I need creates a permanent state of anxiety because there just isn't room for it all.

Next stop: the medicine chest.