May 17, 2009

It is a closet of intentions….

I am cleaning out my closet today. Forced for the sake of living lighter and cleaner to get rid of things never or rarely worn, of clothes worn too much (which are too worn), of gifts, a blouse or a sweater, that never fit my body or style but were kept from affection, attachment, or gratitude to the gift-giver. It is hard. It is a closet of intentions, mostly good, of plans, even dreams – that I’d wear that red fringed dress somewhere; surely, I’d have an occasion. But no. How can you not feel regret? How can I not register the time passed, the mislaid plans? How can I not see this self I am today and wonder if she has any adventures left, with a closet so bare?

Submitted by: Anonymous

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1 comment

  • At 11:50 pm on June 15, 2009, Patty commented:

    Maybe it is now….now that you can let go of all those unworn intentions, that you are ready for the best adventures. The adventures only a girl with an empty closet could ever conquer.

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