Imbalancing Act

Balance--ever elusive--
The tug-of-war for peace of mind--
Jumbled thoughts and actions
Never-ending expectations:
It's an Imbalancing Act.

This Year. This year I will analyze my life
(Capture it and place it in a jar--
Hoping something comes alight like fire-flies),
And determine how to tip the scale--
Some things have got to be handled.

Yes, I know.
I know what I'm looking for:
What can stay and what must go--
So now I examine the parts.
(As I have done before.)

Life strewn out on the examination table.
Pulling it apart, piece by piece,
Determining which parts are "worthy"
and which are not--it's purely objective.
Some things do not justify my time.

Cast off. Parts of my life.
Where do they end up?
Where do they go when they are discarded?
Nonetheless, the experts agree
That I will be much better off without the appendages.

Still top-heavy after days of drizzle and hard work.
I am still walking off-kilter.
I don't understand this!
I have rid myself of nearly everything--
These old, scratched spectacles alone remain.