This is a break up letter. We are parting ways. Thank you for all you have done for me. But it is time for you to go.
There is just so much of you. You fill up all the cupboards, the shelves, the closets and all the nooks and crannies. You even lay around on all the flat surfaces.
Stuff. You have spread all over my home like a contagion. You have created mountains of laundry and piles of despair. You have lead to guilt and feelings of inadequacy. I have become a prisoner to you. You keep me from doing the things I want to be doing. I look around at you and feel so ashamed. Ashamed that I’ve let things get to this point. Guilt that I don’t treat the things that are important to me like they truly are. That I can’t find half the things I look for. That I look around and my stuff makes me feel angry towards myself and my loved ones.
Stuff, plenty of it belongs to me. The things I can’t bear to part with. The T-shirts from where I used to work, old photos, scraps of fabric, and things that my mother gave me when I was a child. The “special” toys I bought for my children that they never played with. The way I never said no when others wanted to pass stuff on to me. The stuff I bought to make my life feel better, happier, my attempts to feel like “everybody else”.
Now, I look around and see the mounds of stuff in the corners, in the garage, and stacked in boxes. I can never find what I need. I spend too much precious time dealing with STUFF!
Well Stuff, we are done. You and I need to change our relationship. I’m learning to say no to you when you want to come in. I’m learning to let you go.
Stuff, what will happen when you go? I’m afraid to find out. I may find that I have nothing to offer. That I gave away stuff I shouldn’t have. That I’ll be unhappy, alone, unloved….
But, Stuff, here’s the thing…What will I gain? I need to break up with you to find out. Maybe I’ll have more time with my family, because I won’t be stressed out trying to get stuff done. Maybe I’ll get out the door on the first try because I know where my keys are. Maybe I’ll be able write more because I’ll have more time. Maybe my relationships with the people I love will be stronger because I’ll be focused on what is most important to me.
Can’t wait to find out.
Good bye Stuff. Thank you for all you have done for me. I’m releasing you. You are free to go.