I so savor plane trips where I’ve stowed my carry-on overhead; one checked bag below and one computer bag tucked under the seat — crimping my toes.

When the timing is right I turn to the person next to me and say, “welcome to my home.” Imagine the weird looks I get! (Most folks go “What!?”)

I then explain as a monk who’s transitioning from one teaching space to the next the entire sum of my worldly possessions are above, below and next to me. When I ask “can you fit all you own into three cases?” I get an incredulous ‘NO WAY!’

The joy I savor knowing I may literally pick up and move any day, any time with absolutely minimal muss and fuss — priceless.

Keep in mind, up until my late 20’s (now 50’s) I know my insurance agent climaxed ever time I call him. He new I’d be needing yet ANOTHER RIDER to cover some expensive dust-collector.

Those days are done. DONE! D!O!N!E!!!

Need help with letting go? I’ll see / hear you in class!