Have you ever lost something you thought to be irreplaceable, only to find it wasn't?
A few years ago I lost some letters, pictures and postcards from loved ones I was saving. Thinking about it now, I find myself conflicted. There is still a small amount of lingering disappointment over the lose. At the same time, I have purged countless things from my life, only to find myself more free and relaxed.
Has anyone else lost something they thought to be irreplaceable, only to find that it was not really missed?