I’m Not Perfect – Yet

I’m not perfect. I’m human.

I know all this spiritual stuff – like how the Universe works, how I fit into it, and my place in it. Yet, I still get hung up in my little ego shit. I get hung up in the little parts that I want to feel comfortable about. Like the crap I carry all around me – my “stuff.”

If I truly lived in congruence with my spiritual views, I would have less crap hanging around. I would have less books, less need for stuff. At least I think I would. Why do I have a huge bin full of blankets? Another one of towels? Why do I still have boxes of spiral bound notebooks waiting for a pen?

Knowing all this stuff doesn’t make me any less human than the next person. It just means I’m more uncomfortable with things around me. And at the same time, I somehow need all this clutter around me. It’s comforting. I can’t let it go.

At least not yet.

I’m not ready for the minimalist life that my spirituality calls me to have.

Image: Alum Cave Bluff Trail, Thomas Mabry, Photographer