Saturday, November 15, 2025
My pantry is full of dry goods. My refrigerator is full of perishables. My bank account is full of digits. My stomach is full of vittles. My car is full of gas. My schedule is full of appointments.
My mind is full of scheming. My inbox is full of email. My albums are full of photos. My to-do list is full of tasks. My closet is full of clothes. My attic is full of stuff I never use. My shed is full of garden tools, the inventory of which is unknown to me.
Stuffed to the gills. Full to the brim, so now there is overage. I’ve got a surplus on my body – fat cells, cellulite, wide hips, and rolls of fat. I’ve got expired food in my pantry, not even fit for insects. The Christmas decor in my attic rots. My clothes are too small, moth-eaten, and out of style. My cash is piling up, useless.
I’m buried. I’m suffocating in my own body. I’m in a coffin of stuff – full. Full lives. Full schedules. Full stockpiles. So why am I so empty? Why am I so hungry when I’m obese? Why do I want more when my closet has no room? Why buy more storage for photos I never view? Why more? Because I’m full of shit.
Less is more. Spend. Give. Move’r out. Expel, expunge, delete, clean. It’s time to reverse the flow and to realize how much more there is, especially when the clearing begins. To move up, move it out.
Clear mind. Clear closets. Clear accounts. Clear schedules. Clear attics. Clear slates. Clear the fridge. Clear the hoarding. Clear the need to save and be seen. Clear out the clutter and free yourself to move up.
Simplify and play. Leave room in the schedule.
Make way for fulfillment.