I've held onto all of TB's toys, clothes and baby accoutrements thinking I may need them again someday soon. Even though it has been made clear to us we will not, in fact, be needing the stuff again it has felt overwhelming to dig through the boxes as there is so. much. emotion. tied to all of those little things. However, it is taking up valuable space and I finally value the space more than the fantasy of needing the things again. I dipped my toes into the purge process in November. I'll be honest, it was really difficult to sort through the first few batches of baby clothes. There were tears shed. However, once the first few batches of clothing were given away, I felt invigorated and relieved. I took a break during the holidays which perhaps was a mistake as it seems daunting again at this point. To get the ball rolling again, I shifted my focus from TB's stuff to MY stuff. I started in my closet. Holy cow, that place was a pit. I culled many many bags of clothes and shoes and still have enough stuff in there to clothe most of my neighborhood. What remains though is hanging nicely, stacked in an organized fashion or placed in one of my beloved storage tubs on a high shelf. Most importantly, it's a start. A charity I often support is picking up a small mountain of stuff from my house tomorrow and I'm on fire to tackle another corner soon.
|Sadly, most of this is just from my side of the closet! Yikes.|