Dear IC

How do you find the house, now that I’m gone?
I’m guessing messy, dusty and empty.
Have you taken to criticising yourself, now that I’m not around?
Blaming yourself for a job badly done, suggesting it was you who scared me away?

I wonder how you’re doing without me.
I’m guessing you are bored, feeling useless, don’t know what to do with yourself.
You thought I’d miss you, but you’re missing me instead.

I am having a fabulous time, without you bossing me around.
I notice what I want, what I care about, where I want to go.
I’ve been savouring moments, letting go of lots.
I feel I’m finally getting to know myself, enjoy who I am, live without fear.

Dear inner critic,
I’m not sure when I’ll return.
Could you water the plants for me and feed the cat?
You know better than me how that should be done.
No need to put the mail out of sight, I don’t mind burglars.
I’ve taken everything of value with me.




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