I carry far too many things in my -

a. pockets
b. bag

But I no longer carry upon my back, so many of the things that weighed me down once upon a whenever. If anything is still clinging to me I at least have the satisfaction of knowing it exists and that I am working on it. I know what I want/like and how/why I want/like it, problem is I just like so many things. The truth is I'll never have it all, but I don't care because I'm happy with what I do have, the way it is. I like me for me and you for you and I damn sure like to cook breakfast.