When I got the key to my first San Francisco apartment, I did a keychain audit and realized all my other keys were defunct. I threw away the bike lock key for the bike that had been stolen, removed keys to the offices at my college newspaper, and did the same with about ten more, until I was left with only one. The key to my new front door.
Something about the symbolism of that that single key thrilled me. I felt the burden of all that ownership and responsibility lift off me. That solo key was the start of a new life in a new place, with all my options open.
I thought of that feeling this morning when I pulled my keys out of my clutch. It was like watching a clown car unload.
It may be time to reassess.