Maybe I'm getting old. Today I arrive to campus to discover that I had left all my things--my purse, my bag of teaching supplies and handouts, my wallet--at home by the front door. I just hopped into my van and drove happily away.
I'm walking around with nothing but my phone in my pocket and my car keys.
Then I realize that I don't need anything because everything I need is either in my mind, on my phone, or available through classroom technology.
I feel so unencumbered. So light. But I also feel strangely exposed without all my things. Then, I'm used to it. I'm walking free, airy and spry as a fairy.
The sensation had me wondering more and more about what I might do without, what I might cast off, what I might surrender.
Everything I need, I already have.