Two hours ago I walked into my childhood bedroom at my parent’s house and was immediately overwhelmed with an incredulous amount of stuff everywhere. I mean everywhere, as in on the floor on the bed, on the dresser. I couldn’t find a blank surface in sight. I started to feel the effects of claustrophobia set in when I entered my closet. Overloading my brain and closet was mountains and racks of shoes, duffel bags, and clothing that I haven’t worn or used since I graduated high school four years ago.
It did not take me long to realize that something needed to be done about this immediately. So I took a deep breath and started sorting through the piles of winter and summer clothes residing in my closet. My goal was to donate or sell anything that I do not wear on a regular basis during its season. To my surprise, since I recently started making minimalism a practice a few months ago, I struggled mightily with letting go of my things even though I knew deep down that I wouldn’t use or wear them enough to justify keeping. To urge myself along I began to use the good old reliable mantras: Think how this shirt could help someone who needs a nice shirt but isn’t in the position to pay a large amount of money for clothing. You can save up for a trip with the money you earn from selling this item! These two mantras worked a little bit, but it wasn’t until I realized that none of these clothes or items brought any joy through wearing them or using them, while I had several articles of clothing that I truly enjoy to wear. At this point, I knew I wanted to surround myself with the clothing and objects that brought me a sense of satisfaction, joy, and wellness when using or wearing.
In response to my realization, I looked at every piece of clothing and object in the closet and judged whether if the idea of wearing or using that object would bring me joy. If the answer was no it went into the sell/ donate box. If the answer was yes it was neatly hung back on my clothes if out of season, or packed in my back to take back to my apartment an hour away if in season. At the end of my purge-fest, I felt accomplished about doing something that cleared my mind of clutter and would help people in need.
If you are struggling with purging your closet or house I encourage you to not give up, and find a mantra that brings you peace in getting rid of things. For further advice comment below or on the Kitty Kiawah page!