Cleaning out my closet

I’ve been feeling stifled by stuff.

With too many clothes stuffed in every which way, my closet was beginning to appear like some sort of Robert Munsch character. It had a beastly identity and we weren’t getting along anymore.

Something had to change.

I’ve always held onto the saying, ‘If you haven’t worn it in a year, chuck it out.’ Unfortunately, I haven’t always put this saying into practice.

With the house to myself these days, I was free to blast Alanis Morissette’s, ‘Jagged Little Pill’ and attack that growing monster of mine.

It was so refreshing to pull out clothes that were visibly no longer my style or that I had worn to rags. A breath of fresh air uplifted me.

I moved on to cupboards and drawers that were crammed with paper. One by one I collected assignments from these past three years in school. I was proud of most of these but also ashamed of a few.

Carefully compiling the articles and essays I was proud of and chucking the ones I was ashamed of having my name attached to. I was embarrassed of these marks and of my lack of interest in some of these assignments.

You can’t hide from shame by shoving it into a dark little drawer. No, no you simply have to throw it out!

There is still more to do. But at least I can breathe properly again.