How can we expect 2 embrace or renew our wardrobe of life if we continue
2 hang on 2 the old shit in our closet? We've outgrown things in there
but we refuse 2 discard them. We keep them on the hanger sometimes with
the expectation of change. Clothes don't change, we do. Where will be put the new stuff? Our new hat
(thoughts) won't fit on the old head. Our new coat (courage) is compromised
with the old coat beneath it. We won't talk about the old shirt (needs)
not looking as great hanging next 2 the newer one. We continue to hold on to the belt that binds our growth, constantly adding holes on the loose end when there is a perfectly new belt hanging on the rack waiting patiently to be looped. And oh the shoes, shoes, shoes. They are cramped on our feet. They are sweaty & have a hole in the soul so whatchu gon' do? Dreams can't take flight if our shoes are too tight, right? Riiighhhttt....
//signed//
The Spring Cleaning Cat's Meow
2 comments:
Wow!!! Great analogies and on point!
Thanks a lot Mr or Ms Anonymous ;)
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