The other day, I opened my cupboard and saw things in a new light. I had too much stuff. Most of it, I didn’t need.
I realised that this is the case with a lot of things in my life. To begin with, I have far too much weight I do not need.
I have many clothes I never wear.
I have books that lie for years un-read
But more than that, I have worries in my head that keep me tossing and turning in bed
Why did X stop talking to me?
Did I do something to annoy Y so?
Will my party be a success?
How will I tell Q what I really think?
I’m not the only one who worries so – we all have stuff that needs to go:
Petty jealousies, imagined slights, imputed gestures,
Old arguments, long lasting envy, bitter memories,