Today was weird and more depressing than I care to admit. I have finally found the will to let go of an attic full of stuff. Clothes I will never wear again, 2 years worth of baby clothes and toys, weird things I forgot about, like an extra microwave. Jewelry I made as a hobby very briefly, books that weren't worthy of bookshelf space.
As we cleared out the attic today and I watched my life flash before my eyes via the wardrobe I could never let go of, it was sad. I don't know why but the clothes I held on to really got me down in the dumps. My mind keeps going back to a few articles of clothing I will never wear again. My black Ralph Lauren long sleeve that looked so cute with a pink Ralph Lauren cardigan. My cream colored NY&Co Cardigan. My Columbia hiking pants. Old t shirts from when I was a waitress.
My heart feels lighter now, this stuff is all going away. I always feel liberated when I part with the material things that hold me down. When I was carefree and younger I wouldn't own anything that I felt would own me in the end. I wanted to know I was free to leave at any time, to go anywhere, without the burden of possessions. Now, I have a house full of stuff holding me down.
Funny how that works out over time.
Getting my life and space in order is an ongoing goal of mine. I have been parting with old clothes, discarding old magazines, creating solutions to keep things orderly. The attic purge was a very big step!
An update on this 3 +year old post.
I have found that by finally saying "Goodbye..." to a pair of Coach pumps that I will never wear again thanks to a broken foot a while back is actually a really good thing. Letting go of this stuff gave me a chance to start over fresh, to adopt a new style. I am wearing new styles, trying new colors and I think I look better dressed than ever. Having old favorites stashed in the attic is like hanging on to the ghost of your fashion past.