Uses

I have a use for all my clothes
Everything I've bought
And been given
And acquired
Looks good until I've worn it out
I have nice clothes and casual clothes
But nothing just sits in my closet or dresser

I have backups of everything in my pantry
And weeks worth of food in the fridge and freezer
Nothing gets wasted or goes bad
Most days I eat leftovers
Most portions are precise

I have new shoes, old shoes, and pretty worn out shoes
Ripped and broken shoes go in the trash
I have what I need
And rotate accordingly until everything is worn out

I've removed everything I don't use or need
Collecting dust in storage
Because it's good to be useful

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