Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Dear Weigh-Me-Down Junk,

I know that we've had some strange, codependent relationship these many years, (32, has it been? Yes, yes it has) but the time has come to say farewell.

I know there's a part of both of us that doesn't want to let go.  There have been reasons for both of us to hang on to this jacked-up relationship, but for me those reasons just aren't valid anymore, and I really don't think they are for you either.  I watch you sit idle, here and there.  I see that you long for fulfillment and purpose.  I have come to terms with the truth.  It can't be me anymore, Junk.  I can't give you what you need.  We both need to move on.

I know you think that it's that book I've been reading by Julie Morgenstern.  I know you think that she is the one who came between us.  Yes, that does have something to do with it.  She did give me a name for our process and I thank her for the gift of SHEDding, but really that was just a catalyst for the tension that has been building between us for a very long time. 

I don't love you anymore. 

I don't really know if I ever loved you.  You were more of a habitual state of being for me.  Harsh words, I know, but when you choose to examine the reality of the situation, you will see that I am right.

We aren't meant for each other, Junk.  And, furthermore, I think we should explore other relationships.  I realize that I probably have no right to tell you this, but you know Thrift Stores?  I think you two would make a perfect couple.

I will tell you that I have, for the last few weeks, been flirting with Organization and Empty Space.  I know, I know... you've told me a thousand times just what you think of them, but I think you're mistaken.  I think they are both diverting and refreshing.  I'm ready for the change.  We both are, Junk.

I am sorry if this hurts you.  You've taught me so many lessons about myself and I'll always love you for that.
 
Good luck with your life.  I really think that you and Thrift Stores would get along well.  Look into it. Please?  Or perhaps Thrift Store's friend, The Dump?  I heard nice things about both of them.  There's something out there fore you, Junk.  I just know it.


With Gratitude,
Clancy

6 comments:

Rachel Chick said...

Ah, Clanc. You need to write more. It makes me happy. I can't wait to see your new basement - again! :) Junk and I have come to a similar point in our relationship. :) I've been slowly working on it for that past month or so. Do you own that book? If so, maybe I could borrow it, if not, maybe I could finally pay my library fines. :) I love you, girl! Good luck with all your shedding. :)

Ginny said...

Dear Clancy,

I miss you...and your writing. I hope Junk gets over itself quickly and you enjoy your flirtatious relationship with Organization and Empty Space. By the way, how does D feel about all of these extramarital relationships? ;-)

Hope to hear more from you soon...maybe in the form of a game? ;-)

Sincerely,

Ginny

Kristin said...

LOL... such a fun way to write about this. You're fabulous at making such mundane things sound fun. Thanks! :)

Maria Hart said...

Tangible junk, or the mental-emotional junk we all like to hang on to? Either way your post is apropos. Write on, Clancy, right on.

Joanne said...

Clancy, How delightful to read about baby B and you. I loved it. You should consider doing some professional writing - not just a blog.

Becky said...

Not only do you need to keep on writing, I need to keep on reading what you write. You have such a way of putting things in perspective and it gives me a good laugh - which I just need some days. Thanks for that.