Let’s Talk About It…

I was scrolling Facebook and saw a post from somebody I do not even like.

Not “we drifted apart.”

Not “we just see life differently.”

No. I mean a full-on, honest-to-goodness… why are you even here? kind of person.

And if I’m being really truthful, I’m pretty sure they don’t like me either.

So naturally, instead of being productive like a normal adult, I wandered over to my friends list for a little look-see.

Lord have mercy.

It was like opening an overstuffed closet I hadn’t cleaned out in years.

Why is that person still in here?

I haven’t spoken to them in forever.

Who even is this?

And that one… whew. At some point I must have thought, “Sure, let’s accept that request. This seems promising.” Turns out, not so much.

The whole thing started feeling exactly like cleaning out old clothes.

Why is this dress still hanging here? I haven’t fit into that in years.

Where did this tacky-ass shirt even come from?

And this little suit right here? I was convinced it was gonna rock my world at one point. Bless it. It did not.

That is exactly what some people on Facebook feel like.

Some are old seasons.

Some are bad decisions.

Some are strangers wearing a familiar face.

Some are just there because I was too tired, too busy or too “I’ll deal with it later” to fool with them.

And isn’t that how life goes too?

We hang onto people, habits, feelings and old versions of ourselves way longer than we should. Not always because they matter. Sometimes just because they’re there. Quietly taking up space. Wrinkled, outdated and vaguely irritating.

Then one day you notice them and think, “Now why in the world have I been carrying this around?”

That’s pretty much what my Facebook clean-out turned into. Part spring cleaning, part personal reflection, part accidental comedy show.

And just like with a real closet, I got tired way before I was halfway done.

Because deciding what stays and what goes is exhausting.

Even when the answer seems obvious.

Even when the shirt is ugly.

Even when the person is annoying.

Even when you know good and well you are never, ever wearing that mess again.

Still… maybe you survived the Goodwill pile.

Maybe somebody out there absolutely adores you the same way somebody somewhere loves that tacky-ass shirt I could not wait to get rid of.

And honestly? Good for y’all.

Tomorrow is another day.

The closet will still be there.

Facebook will still be cluttered.

And I will probably still only make it halfway through before I need a snack and a nap.

But at least I started.

And sometimes that is enough.

XOXO, Jani