Less

Let me see myself Less me-ish. That I ever was is a gift, that I remain is a gift, whatever future pulse is a gift…whatever talents, blessings and opportunities that seem mine are actually loaned to me. It’s good for me to see myself right-sized.

I wish for Less drama from now on. My sown wild oats have been harvested and lookee here, I find I don’t even enjoy oats.

Let me have Less of other people’s drama too. I’ve wasted time trying to save people who wished only to be un-saved, tried to share peace with people who only feel alive in their own created chaos. I may care, but at a distance, like God does.

Less with the worry, Less with the hurry.

I could do with Less time spent on the Don’t Matters. I have too many candles on the birthday cake to be burning time.

How about a little Less rut?

And yes, Less with other people saying frog and me hopping.

I want to care Less about things that matter least, including anyone’s opinion besides my own and His.

Put me down for Less expectations, which might lead towards being Less judgmental.

I don’t mind having Less hair, as long as I have Less reasons to pull it out.

I could do with Less selfishness. God isn’t, so who I am to be?

Less is a good size for pride, for self, for ego.

Less is what happens when our Too Much is divided and subtracted and brought back to the Just Right of our Goldilocks place…

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This edition of Uncle P’s Bedtime Stories is brought to you by Eighty-one, where we try to be Less of all the stuff that makes the world bland.

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