The title comes from a comment by my friend, Racquel Bruno, when I posted the photo on Instagram.
My good friend, Roger Velasco, the brilliant and compassionate oncologist who holds clinics next to my cubicle, gave me the olive-green bag. Some of Mari Kondo's philosophy rubbed off on him. The bag did not spark joy in him, apparently.
I've been using this bag daily. My laptop, phone charger, ink bottle, a hardbound novel (in this case, a short story collection lent to me by my mentor, Dr. Ding Fernando), and a few sheets of paper, fit inside.
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