Dear Closet.

Take a deep breath. Inhale. Four, three, two, one. Exhale. Point your fingers to the sky and touch your thumb to your index finger. Hummm.

Challenging.

Let's all take a minute to apologize to the clothes we don't wear. The ones we bought to fill a void, fill a hanger, a drawer, a linen basket. They still have the tags on them.

So, I'm sorry casual business clothes. My intentions were good. You fit my non-existent curves and look stellar with those red bottoms. I'll never wear you. I just don't want to anymore.

Inhale. Four, three, two, one.

Intentions are still good.

If we never did anything we shouldn't do we 'd never feel good about doing the things we should.

You have this idea of what perfect should look like, sound like, be. While you're so busy in this pursuit of perfecton, everything you are without a doubt certain you'll be granted upon this achieved misguided perfection is getting away.

It takes courage to grow up and be who we are. Somewhere along the pre-paved, pre-planned road, you started thinking as you should. Thinking on a matted road only to shine when the thought crafters buffed.

So why is it that when women hold on, it's pathetic but when men hold on, it's cute.

There's no science behind the length of time you should latch on to whoever the gatekeeper of your 3 am thoughts is. No alarm clock is going to sound. No pretty white angelic creature perched on your shoulder is going to appear. Have you seen that hour glass on your counter? Ya, me either.

So hold on to what feels right. Inhale it. Breathe with it slowly.

Let go of what doesn't nourish your soul. Exhale at a pace right for the you waiting to be.

With all the uncertainties of life, you're not one of them. Find yourself in the way you can. Then go out and be you on whatever road you land or hover over every now and again.

Sorry, closet. You never fit anyway.