So today is Button Day (established in 1938). My grandma left me her collection of buttons, along with two of her sewing baskets, and a biscuit tin full of notions (a British band name, perhaps? “Biscuit Tin of Notions”).
What are things that connect you with your past? Which of them supports your growth? Which of them keeps you tethered to a version of yourself that no longer serves your highest good?