Letting Go

These days I haven't really written anything personal. And when I say "personal," I say that very loosely, meaning anything at all in regards to myself, but I feel that this deserves that. This may be comical to some, and actually, it is to me. But the other day it just occurred to me that I desperately needed to clean out my closet. For me, clothes and smells remind me of different times in my life. I probably won't remember the day, who went, or anything like that, but I could tell you what I was wearing and what kind of perfume I had on. Seriously.

In my closet, I have clothes sized 0-6. And when I say "clothes," think MASSIVE amounts. I had so many pairs of jeans and black pants that I really didn't know what I had. So I finally decided, "You know what? For me, the only place 0s and 2s belong are in my phone number, social security number, and street address." What's funny is that when I was that small, a lot of people that I knew then were a lot bigger than they are now. So we shall trade. I will enjoy food and life, and they can do whatever it is they are doing to keep themselves that small whether it be dieting or shots or cocaine. KIDDING. Congrats to them. One girl in particular is inheriting hundreds of dollars (no kidding) worth of wardrobe, but it's not doing me any good. What's also ironic is that the clothes I held onto that reminded me of certain times in my life were NOT good times! Isn't that crazy? Some of them were just things I did not wear anymore...like the orange capri pants. Don't hate. :) I've actually seen these BACK at Express, which just goes to show you that they recycle all of their ideas, even the bad ones.

I feel good about this too. I was actually kind of ashamed at how much I had and how little I used and the fact that I STILL buy clothes. These days, all I'm wearing are things that can get spit up on, but it's okay. I am excited and thrilled with this time in my life. I couldn't be happier really. Is everything perfect? HECK no. But it's as close as it could ever be. I really do love my life and thank God for it everyday. Sooo, here's the evidence...


I also said "cleaned OUT" not "cleaned UP." Give me some time. The center and the entire right side--top and bottom--are my clothes that are STILL mine. Travis has the left corner, hahaha.
Even though these piles don' t look as big as they are, trust me, you couldn't lift them in one armful.