I take a backpack to and from work most days. It’s usually filled with two or three notebooks, one or more books I’m reading (or at least intend to read), many writing implements, and a random assortment of other things. That pretty much describes what’s in my purse too. Most days I don’t have a chance to pull any of the books out or use anything in my backpack and while I recognize this, I still take it. Why? It’s a habit; when I was younger, I was sometimes referred to as the bag lady and I guess I just never grew out of that. I also have a tendency to over-prepare for unforeseen moments of boredom and/or free time.
I don’t know why I wrote about my bag lady tendencies, it was just something I caught myself thinking about today.