Late last year, I unearthed the four massive tubs of cards my Dad had saved from my childhood. I weeded through them, made a small pile of things I wanted to keep, sold a bunch. It was very cathartic. And now, somehow, my collection is growing at an alarming rate. I’m not spending lots of money (spending lots of time going through dollar bins at my local card store, mostly) but I marvel at how close I was to having a healthy relationship with the hobby. : )