Peter Walsh: Clutter is not just the stuff on your floor. It’s anything that stands between you and the life you want to be living.
No. I’m not quitting the blog. I’ve been mentally checking off things to discard in my room (and elsewhere) and today we started the process.
Many years ago, when the look was popular, my friend made me a sequined jacket. It was gorgeous. Big shoulder pads, lots of color, more sequins than should be legal. I loved that jacket! I wore it to several holiday parties that year and I was thrilled to tell everyone it was handmade. It’s been wrapped in plastic in the corner of my closet all these years. I kept it because it was gorgeous, and not because I hoped it would come back in style some day. I’m going to donate the jacket to Goodwill, and I’m sure that Marissa won’t let me keep it. Later this year, someone will be shopping at the Goodwill Boutique for the perfect outfit to attend an 80s costume party and find the perfect jacket!
I’m sitting here picturing what’s on the shelves in my closet since I haven’t been able to walk in to the walk-in closet in a very long time. I’m afraid to see what’s in there. Not much that I want to keep, that’s for sure. And who knows about spiders, expired coupons, clothes that don’t fit (that goes without saying, I’m afraid), old gum and mints in pockets and purses?
Finally, I have a big box on the top shelf of my closet that contains birthday cards and notes that Marissa wrote when she was a child. She’ll be 30 next month! So, perhaps, in lieu of paying Marissa this weekend, I can just give her this big box of memories. She should be able to swap that for a tank of gas.