The packing has begun in earnest as we get ready for our renovation. Today I stood in front of my bookshelves, frozen. Do I keep everything? Do I let some things go… a lot of things go? What metric do I use to decide?

I remember so well taking the books down off of my mom’s shelves. I thought, “Here is her life: math, music, Kabbalah, painting, sacred geometry. Here is her life in books.”

I feel the same as I look at mine: creativity, art, writing, coaching, memoir, photography.

If I give these away, am I dismantling my life the way I dismantled hers?

How do I choose what remains?