Let Go

LetGo

Sometimes I think people think there is an invisible committee

of half crazed minimalists

conspiring to force them to get rid of all of their material possessions.

There isn’t!

 

If you like your stuff? Keep it!

  • Is there  value in that closet over flowing with unworn clothes?
  • That closet brimming with mismatched bath towels?
  • What about the basement abounding with un-played-with toys and Beanie Babies?
  • That attic stuffed with collections of trinkets?
  • That shelfs overrun by dusty DVDs, CDs, VHS tapes?

Great! Hold tight if you feel so inclined. Permission granted.

You have permission to keep anything that adds value to your life.download
And you have permission to keep anything that doesn’t add value to your life.

But you also have permission to let go.

  • You have permission to clear the clutter.
  • You have permission to remove the excess.
    • —the clothes you don’t wear, the junk you don’t use, the things you hold on to just in case

and focus on what’s truly important to you: health, relationships, passions.

Either way—you have permission.
Of course, you don’t need anyone else’s permission—only your own.

Sorry

daytimerThere cannot be a crisis next week.

My schedule is already full.

By : Henry Kissinger

I didn’t know you could sew?

A million years ago, I remember standing in a cold, utilitarian office space, just doing my job.  The next five minutes of banter would change my life forever……wpid-804866249_355821.gif He said, “When are you going to give up and go out with me?” I said, “Give me one good reason.” And the rest is history.  I never would have guessed.  I never could have imagined that a man that seemed so different from me would fit so well.  There’s never been such chemistry as ours. I miss him. Thankfully he’s not gone from this earth, but presently, he’s gone from my life. I long for the day that I can lay by his side again.  I day dream about the lazy afternoons we would spend discussing the world and sipping coffee.  And I need the laughter to become a regular occurrence again. The childlike games, pranks; oh the laughter; sometimes we laughed only with our eyes, but we laughed!

I do miss this man. My heart, my mind, my body are lonely.

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