I suppose I could use my old wallet, but it’s full of a life I no longer lead. The owner of that wallet once had an apartment, a full time job, and disposable income, an abundant life that utilized all of the slots.
My wallet is a worn brown leather trifold, frayed at the edges and weathered on the sides. It’s always with me. When I check my pockets upon getting up to go anywhere I pat my pants to look for my keys, cell phone and wallet. Of those, my wallet, in the back left pocket, is probably the one I would worry most about losing. What’s in it right now?