In late 2018, I switched off WhatsApp notifications on my phone. I wanted to start living less in my workaholic mode and more in the present. I’ve never been a fan of notifications, I don’t want my time dictated to me by a beep or a red icon on my cellphone. I don’t want to be controlled by the comforting familiarity of distraction.
I cleaned out my wardrobe this evening.
It made me emotional to go through my smaller clothes knowing that just a year ago I still wore them. It kind of sucks when you see a size 8 hidden behind your current size 14. I admit, it made me feel really bad and I lashed out at myself for being a “failure” again, but I had to. I had to clear out the clutter and let go of the past. I also had carbs this evening, which definitely didn’t help the pity party either.
Those clothes don’t fit me anymore, so why am I torturing myself with hoarding them? Why am I wasting wardrobe space with painful memories? It’s just clothing that someone else could wear, I don’t need them anymore. I can’t keep them in the hopes that I will one day get back into them, I don’t even like some of the items anymore.
Bottom line is simple, I’m learning that progress means letting go of what no longer serves me and that also means letting go of the stuff “Skinny Cashé” wore. That chick doesn’t live here anymore, but “Healthy Cashé” is moving in, and we need space for her stuff now. Plus, I have so much more wardrobe space now too.
I love hearing from you guys, please leave a comment below if you have been considering a wardrobe cleanse too.
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