After sharing a book about a man who had simplified his life to 30 items Project 333, Ria asked me how many things do I have?! I thought, and counted. Hats, jeans, T’s, trousers, cameras, 5 pairs of underwear, 2 handkerchiefs—trying to be thorough, and went on. I have no more than 15 things. Wait, no, not right, no more than 20 things. In actuality, I have 28 things. Some are irreplaceable, some are needed and wanted, but even still very replaceable. All that’s been lost due to circumstances or by choice, I miss none of it. None. What fills my life now are my feelings. Some hurt me, some anger me, some please me, but mostly they fill my once empty heart with all the love I could imagine. I’m reminded of the Eels song, Railroad Man. “…And I know I can walk along the tracks, it might take a little longer, but I know how to find my way back.” I don’t feel anything about having less—no loss. However, I feel epic about what having less has given me.