Whenever I clean my closet, I find things I don’t need. They occupy space that could be put to better use. Same thing with my life. There’s some worthless stuff occupying space:
- Couch time that is neither useful nor restful
- Paperwork that I should finish and file
- Worry about something unlikely to happen (and I can’t change if it does)
- Annoyances that aren’t worth the effort
Time to clean the closet of my soul. I’ll start with that stash of snapish responses I never delivered (the world is better off without them).
How about your closet?
I’ve found that some of the things in my closet, that I meant to dispose of, are now, in these rather strange days, coming into their own.
Among them are fragments of stories that I never found the wherewithal to finish, and now have new meaning…understanding of the nature of God and faith that I put aside to be more CBA, and which suddenly make sense in a very real an immanent way…and forgivenesses begun but never fully completed.
Ahhh, stories started I keep too, Andrew. Letters written in anger and never sent–those I burn.