My mother called me a little squirrel. Not for my bushy tail or rapid movements, but because I was always finding and saving treasured objects. They might not have been of great value but I didn’t know that at the time. As I grew up, I noticed I had an abundance of treasures I no longer cared about. I hadn’t really enjoyed them, I had merely collected them. This compulsion of holding onto objects took over other areas of my life. The jacket I saved and wanted to wear only for special occasions is now in perfect condition with giant shoulder pads I would never be caught dead in. Saving for the future event that may never happen or a rainy day denies me the joy of fully enjoying all that I possess in this moment. If I need to be a collector, let me be the collector of moments lived fully with nothing withheld.