I am a balloon inflated with too much air
A sausage filled beyond the capacity of its casing
A suitcase jammed full of clothes, clean and dirty, at the end of a long trip
I am the toybox overflowing with neglected and broken toys
The closet stuffed with a wardrobe that spans four seasons and just as many sizes
I am the trashbin nobody wants to empty, jammed fuller than I ought to be
I am filled beyond capacity
beyond comfort
beyond use
January 7, 2014 at 7:26 am
I dunno what to say…
January 7, 2014 at 12:31 pm
Have you ever felt this way? It’s not a good feeling! 🙂
January 7, 2014 at 5:28 pm
Ummm, try Yoga or something? o.O
January 7, 2014 at 6:11 pm
LOL! Good idea. Thanks.
January 7, 2014 at 6:13 pm
😀
January 7, 2014 at 1:23 pm
Ugh what an awful feeling. I’ve been reading a lot about minimalism lately. The idea sounds appealing. Letting go of the stuff and the junky feelings that go with it. The hard work it takes to get there makes me pause. The same goes for the work I need to do on myself. I need to put in work to get the results I want, it won’t be handed to me – and that sucks. Even though I know I’ll feel amazing having finally stopped talking, started working on it. Whatever you’re in – it will get better and tomorrow will be better. I saw one of those meme things yesterday that stopped me hard in my tracks. “Do not ask God to guide your footsteps if you’re not willing to move your feet.” OUCH.
January 8, 2014 at 10:09 am
I felt like that after Christmas dinner!!
January 8, 2014 at 4:07 pm
I hate that feeling, yet I keep letting myself get there. Ugh.