Today I spent a while purging. There's a certain degree of trepidation involved before the actual act. I think of questions like, "What if I'll miss this later?" And, "Will I need this in the future?" I wonder about the sentimentality of objects, things, items. Each one is accompanied by a memory. I think fondly back to some, and some feel vacant and confusing. I get rid of them immediately. After the trepidation passes, I welcome gratitude. I send a good wish out to all the good times linked with that object. I giggle giddy at some, and at others I wince with sadness. Finally, I let go. I put it away and don't think about it. I take in the empty spaces left in their wake and rejoice with openness new beginnings.
And this way, I was able to purge my wardrobe to half its size today.
Sometimes in life, it's okay to purge. Even beyond your clothes.