Internal Decluttering

My brain is littered with piles of mistakes, freighted with trunks of painful and trivial embarrassments, encrusted with sorrows that insist on hanging on, pockmarked with losses for which there is no closure, and sodden with deaths that came too early, deaths that make no sense (does any death make sense?), and guilt.

Too, I retain lists in a large variety of categories: to-do lists, should-have-done lists, what-if contingency lists, lists based in realism, lists grounded in fear and trembling, shopping lists, food lists, lists that attempt to capture the contents of my freezer (not possible to do so with accuracy), lists of people to whom I owe emails or some other type of communication, lists of people to whom I owe thanks and gratitude.