LETTER TO ME

Throw me away. Let me go. Clear out the clutter. Give me a break. Haul me out. Give me away. Let me be used for what I was made. Think of the one with creative hands that breathed me, brought me to life. Don’t stick me away, never to see. Enjoy me, use me, let me be seen.

I’ll fit someone, I promise, just give me away. Let me delight both you and me. I’ll do a good job, release me, let go. Spread the wealth and it will flow.

Clean up your act. Clean out your closet’s, your cupboards and draws. Go through your piles, sort through your stuff.

What’s with the near empty toothpaste tube and bottles, the bits and pieces of soap, old toothbrushes, newspapers, magazines and books. So many unused or broken appliances and electronic gizmos, what should I do! Cottage cheese containers, peanut butter jars, coffee and cookie tins, egg cartons, recycled this and recycled that.

Clothes that don’t fit, some old and some new. Old favorites worn out, with no place to go. Some unworn, for they were saved for good. No room left to fit in the closet of life. Shoe’s piled up just in case there’s a need. There’s the newest pair for good, and the every day footwear, and then the pair that’s one step from the curb. There’s one sock from a pair patiently waiting and hoping to be reunited.

What’s that, that I see under the bed. Bits of material, bags full of stuff. Important I’m sure, just can’t remember when or what for.

And what’s with those new towels, pillows and blankets unused, waiting for their day. It’s been 2 years now, so what’s the deal. New toothbrushes lined up waiting their turn, but don’t throw out the old one for it might be needed for something new.

So many tapes, cd’s and books lining the shelves, piled here and there. The programs to learn to write this for you. Emails to read and delete, with some to keep in this file or that. Bills, junk mail, flyers galore! Coupons for this, to be kept just in case.

Clean up your dust, no time to rest. Daily chores that turn into more.

Things to sort out, spring clean from without. Things to sort out, to figure out. Why do I collect, clutter my life. Time to release, no time for peace. I clean out my life to turn a new page. I need to be saved.

By Lynn Keeling
Feb 9th, 2009