It's a funny metaphor at 33 to still be pulling things out of my closet, yet I find myself literally and figuratively still doing it. The junk that gets stored there over time is much easier to store with a door closed than it is to pull it out to be seen all the time.
I'm trying to go through a box right now. Why have I kept this "stuff" for so long?
Men in these closets... ideas never touched and ideas touched and gone. Lessons learned and obeyed; lessons known but not learned. It's so easy to fall for an idea because I've painted blinders to the thoughts that I don't want to see. Too bad they cannot be hidden from the all seeing eye of the sub and unconscious. Those parts of you that feed instinct and make an impact on physiology while you're trying to ignore it and using the higher brain functions as a pawn for the "ought nots" in sight.
If dating is what I want..... there are a line of steps and stair I must climb first. So I'm standing at the bottom of the flights and looking upward to the journey. Mentally preparing myself.
Breathing.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
