Right now I’m sitting outside a Starbucks like I often do. The reason I come here is because 1) I work at this particular store so I don’t usually pay for drinks, and 2) it is within walking distance of home. I was at home cleaning out my room and the garage, looking for things to sell or donate. The idea of minimizing what I own is very appealing; it’s always been somewhat a romantic fascination of mine but something I’ve never done well with. But… Yesterday I sold one of my guitars. Now I only have five guitars. Upon exchanging the guitar for money with the guy I didn’t feel anything like I’ve felt in the past when parting with possession I value. This time I just felt a slight exhilaration knowing my physical presence here is that much smaller; I…