It’s time to do the closet again.
Almost 3 years ago, I did a big purge in the months following our first round of COVID vaccines. It was a symbolic gesture; one I have previously described as “putting our post-vaxxed world to rights.” My lockdown life had become 3 outfits and I was sorting through the parts of the closet that had lay dormant, reacquainting myself with all of the clothes I would be wearing now that I was back in gen pop.
Even though I haven’t bought a ton of clothes since then, I’ve been feeling a compulsion to become more organized and reduce. It’s probably a natural response in the face of a possible second Trump Presidency, middle-age, and one’s industry being put in hospice . The combination of the three have kicked my fight or flight response into overdrive and I need to make sure I’m ready for flight. That’s going to limit the number of shoes I can take.
I’m just kidding. All of the shoes are going with me.
I tried to start the closet a month or so ago and I wasn’t mentally ready for it. I love the idea of sending my clothes into the world to make someone else happy. But sometimes the decision to do so is hard. The truth is that there are very few clothes that I get rid of because I’m “just not that into them” anymore. I’m fortunate in that I have a strong sense of my personal style, so I don’t often buy something and then realize it’s not really me. The downside of that is that there’s usually only one reason I’m giving something away – and that reason sucks.
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