I was talking to my roommate today, and he mentioned that he is working on getting an art show together, comprised of the salvagable bits of the work he did in London and Key West, most of which was lost when his bag was stolen in Florida. He mentioned that his creativity has been stunted by his lingering depression over the loss of a huge amount of his work, and his desire to get it back rather than move on. It got me to thinking about the baggage that I carry around. Then, I read my friend's blog (the first entry, no less) and she mentioned the fracturing of personality that occurs when we think about decisions in the past. I realized that it is vitally important to let things go, when the usual mode of activity for us humans is to let these things fester and boil inside of us. So my project for the next couple of weeks will be to let these things go, by writing about them here. If you know me, don't hold this against me. Or I'll have to hurt you.