Paper catharsis

Tonight I shredded 115 lbs of documents. Nearly 20 years of receipts, paid bills, report cards, pay stubs and medical records dating all the way back to our first year of marriage. Each year accumulated in a box. Each box accumulated on a shelf. For 20 years.
I’m not sure when I realized I didn’t need any of it, or when that idea was compunded by the thought that having it all around may actually be hurting me. Holding me in the past. Keeping me from the present moment.  Or at least adding visual clutter.
So now it’s gone. I feel lighter already.