Tossing my life in the trash

Oooooh. I don't know if its a good thing, or a stupid decision I made the last time I was trying to "trim"....
I just found a box full of card that I tossed most of the card. Looks like I kept the fronts of cards thinking I might reuse them to make new cards. BUT, enough of them have just enough writing (and believe it or not, I still recognize a LOT of the handwriting) from people that now I'm really mad I didn't keep the whole card, with the DATE. Oooh. This is really painful. I even tossed baby birth congradulation cards...
The only reason it might be good- is NOW I just pretty much have to trash them. They really were good for "remembering". BUT, maybe that's part of the deal. Move on. Put your behind in your past. I don't know quite how to handle this. I guess I have no choice but to turn lose. Let go. Let the flames of the feeling of loss just burn until there's nothing left but the ashes of memory.
Ok. Back to sorting and tossing my life in the trash.