This non-descript bag of stuff.
I’ve carried it around for decades now. It has come in handy many times. But it’s also full of crap. Crap that has no use. But, I hold on to it.
Because it’s come in handy a few times.
My fiancée hates it. She openly mocks it.
Last year, we needed an AC adaptor for our son’s room. I pulled this handy bag out. It was covered with dust bunnies from the dryer. But inside were a bunch of AC adaptors. She’d bought a fancy universal one a while ago. We used it for a couple nights at the beach. Well, it didn’t work with the radio she wanted to hook up.
I reached in the bag, pulled out a couple of them and what do you know? One of them fit and worked fine. Still does to this day.
But, I haven’t needed the bag since. And, I’m kind of annoyed by it. There are things in there that remind me of failure. That remind me of people from my past I’d rather not be reminded of. And of course, useless crap.
So, I dumped it out…
And threw away the useless crap. Keeping a few for those “just in case” moments that actually do happen.