A Closet Full of Chaos

So, I think I pushed myself into exhaustion today, unpacking 4 years of my life into neat and tidy stacks of organized life. I managed to unpack 3 bedrooms worth of clothes, toys, and memories - of course, while sorting through the MANY items that were kept simply for nostalgia.

At the end, I chucked over 4 trash bags full of clothes and 3 trash bags of trash. As I sorted through the many things that we accumulated through the years, I had to actively stop myself constantly from stopping and remembering where I got a shirt, who wore the shirt, where I was when I bought the shirt, and what that shirt meant to me. For goodness sakes it's just a shirt! I noticed after about 30 minutes that I was seriously getting no where fast! So I made a rule, that if I thought too long it's wrong and then straight into the trash it went. I figured if we went 9 months without it and didn't die from the aching distance from an item, it was okay to part with it.

I gave myself permission to let go of the memories and the past. I gave myself permission to just never see it again.

I needed to make space for my new memories.

Granted.

These were my boys' clothes and toys, I haven't dared to enter my walk in closet - which is currently vomiting into my master bathroom and through the pathway to my bed. I stare at the many boxes and piles of clothing currently occupying my space and just think stress.

But I'm on a mission. and hopefully by this time tomorrow night I'll be blogging about how I FREAKIN' ROCKED! Because I normally do so I don't expect less =P

Off to bed, for another stressful sleep. I'll sleep well next week! HAHA!