Yesterday, I sorted my space saver bagged clothes into three different sizes. Small, medium and large; for the different sizes I’ve been throughout my life. I’m clearly in the large stage at this point in my life. Ironically, the bulk of my bagged clothes are in the small size. So I’m storing clothes for some point in the future. I know this makes sense to most women who are doing the same thing, but I’m not sure most men would understand it. I don’t want to stay the size I am now, and my goal is to be in the small size, so why give up hope?
I put a few dozen items into the give away pile during this process, these were things I didn’t love and pretty much knew I wouldn’t wear again. There were quite a few items that I really love, but I’m not sure I’ll ever fit into them again. In my desperation to keep them, I actually thought…”this is why I have a house…so that I can store these things.” But in reality, I have a house so that I can enjoy the place in which I live. And clutter hinders that goal.
I have four closets of clothes in my house. I estimate that I have at least 500 articles of clothing. That’s a lot. Too much, in fact. My ultimate goal would be to live in the small clothes forever, and get rid of the medium and large ones. But if that doesn’t happen in the next year or so, then I possibly need to consider an alternate plan.