what came out of the closet

Pulling grey hairs. Journaling. Running. There's something therapeutic about each of these things.

Same with purging your closets.

I thrive on control and order. And that transcends into the depths of my three closets. Each closet is used for a specific season (spring and fall share space). Yes, I wear the same outfits over and over. Why? Because I own way too many clothes. And that in turn means I can hardly find anything in my closets.

So I took time this past weekend to pare down my wardrobe. Did I really need sparkly silver wedges? Would I ever wear the sweaters that barely covered my navel? And after my weight loss, I had clothes that were two to three sizes too big.

I spared no mercy on my clothes. I came out of it with enough stuff to clothe a small third world country. But I didn't think my fellow Filipinos in the homeland needed my wool Michael Kors pants.

So what else came out of my closets?

This.

And then the next morning, I went through what was left in my closets and filled four more boxes.

Now this is what's left.

...along with only one filled closet.

I know it sounds pretentious (and overly indulgent), but living out of three closets is mentally draining. I had to sneak around to grab a skirt or dress because my wardrobe was spread throughout the house, a house that is still occupied by both me and Dad2Amara. Then when I reached the closet I need, all I would see was clutter.

I needed space. I needed order. I needed a less demanding life closet.

It feels fantastic to have less in the house. And I've made new friends - the local Goodwill knows me by name now.

So what's next? Home accessories and furnishings.

I'm getting rid of a lot right now. And it feels awesome. Here's to starting fresh.