My little desktop document shredder died and I purchased a fancy new floor model that pulverizes paper into little bits. It came today, and after getting it set up, I pulled out the boxes of docs needing destruction and set to work. And within 10 minutes I was crying.
Who would have thought that shredding old tax documents would be such an emotional experience? A word of advice to anyone who has faced the death of a spouse or a divorce: box the old stuff up and let someone else shred it. Even after almost four years, seeing his name and his handwriting on old papers has made it difficult to feed them into the shredder. I find myself grateful for the OVERHEAT light that comes on, signaling time for a break.