Moved so much out of the house today.
I can't say it didn't hurt.
Gonna return a few things here and there.
There's something that I need to give back.
Part of me wants to keep it for my own reasons.
The other part can't see any reason to hold on.
I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
- Author: Wilted ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2018 14:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Still holding out hope. I don't know why.
- Category: Sad
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i once wrote a ghazal poem on the subject of having a clear-out that would rid my home and ('therefore') my head of things i might be better off without,
but even unhealthy sentimental attachments can riddle your un-cluttering mind with doubt...
and thereby make the whole process tricky.
i would therefore suggest caution;
if you're not sure if you want to get rid of something forever, pack it away where you can't see it, and if you don't miss it over the next eg 6 months, then dispose of it (recycle / donate to charity); if you're still undecided, leave it there for another eg six months / until you're sure that letting it go won't lead to regret.
best wishes, J
That is probably the most helpful piece of advice I've received in a really long time. Thank you so much.
you're wecome; am just glad it might help (it helped me). J
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