Packing up my clothes

I've actually cleaned up my wardrobe, packing away half of my life. Its weird, whenever I do this exercise. I dread it and I hate it. However, when I'm done with it, I actually feel a lot better. No, I don't cry, but I feel lighter emotionally. Its as though, I've decided to take charge of my own life and clean up and sever ties that are binding me down. Weird, ain't it?

I've packed my clothes into 3 piles, to be discarded, to be kept in cold storage and to be kept and worn. The first pile was huge. I never knew I had that many clothes. Some of them, I wonder why I had bought them in the first place. Amidst the large pile, I found some old clothes my sisters had left behind. There were a pair of jeans from the 1980s, those big baggy faded jeans. Quite hilarious when my mom decided to try it on and convince herself that she should still keep it and in the hopes that they will come into fashion again~~!! oh the things, we delude ourselves.

It tore my heart to discard some of the clothes. Some hold memories long gone, some hold a certain sentimental value. some things that I hold on dearly, might not be appropriate anymore and I should discard it with a heavy heart. I wonder if that's the same in life. To move on means to cut away ties that bound us? But above all, I feel a lot lighter after this spring cleaning. Its a therapeutic exercise to say the least :)