Therapeutic Release Found in the Most Unlikely of Places…
While my friends think I am absolutely insane in regards to this upcoming journey (many of them outright stating it’s nothing more than an early mid-life crisis), I decided to stay in this past Memorial Day Weekend and forego the bar/BBQ scene to prepare for the road ahead.
I have to admit that finally embracing this ‘crazy’ idea that has been floating through my head daily for quite sometime now and committing to it, I woke up with an incredible sense of motivation. This is something that have not felt in along time.
Instead of rolling in bed and thinking of yet another generic reason those chores we often push off for the weekend can wait a little while longer, I am finding myself eager to tackle them. I am eager, because for once in my life every one of those check-marks on my to-do list truly mean something. Each one now means I am one step closer to the road.
As if there was some polarizing switch flipped in my mind, I feel every decision, every activity, every daydream now serves a uniquely different purpose. One that changes my life forever.
So what am I doing this weekend?
Cleaning out my closet… Literally.
When I was a child my grandmother would often come visit during the summer and I cherish those memories deeply. My grandmother was incredible woman who had survived many things during her time on this earth that I feel my generation is unable to fully grasp, such as the tail-end of the Great Depression and watching the culture of her country change rapidly before her eyes.
I know that is kinda random… But bear with me, I do have a point.
Being that she had survived so much with so little, every time she came to stay and entered my bedroom there was the inevitable conversation about do I ‘really need all this stuff’ if I don’t remember that I have it or even worse, where it was hidden in my disaster of a bedroom.
‘Surely you don’t need both a Gameboy and a Gameboy color?’ she would ask.
As a child I would get frustrated with her attempts to assist me in organizing my room (and closet), as well as her attempts to help me find things to donate to our local church… But as an adult I now fully understand the point she was always trying to make. That being, a cluttered space leaves a cluttered mind.
Additionally, I understand that these types of questions and a comments were not from a place of judgement, but instead the product of an individual being forced to witness the rise of a wasteful generation.
Kind of funny to me that I am only understanding what she was talking about back then, but hey, her words are here now. Helping me prepared for the journey ahead.
Step one: Doing what Grandma Dot said to do over 20 years ago. Cleaning out that pesky closet.
At this point I have laugh looking at the photo above and wondering why I earth I would even show that. Especially being that I know for a fact I wear less than 10 percent of the clothes in that closet. But hey, if I am taking you along this journey with me, I am not going to show you only the parts that make me appear that I have it all together. I am going to show you the whole process.
With that said, here is a breakdown on the items moving out today.
- High Heels: These are probably one of the easiest (and hardest things) to get rid of. While I love to get dressed up and wear them, there is one major issue with that… After nearly 60k in surgeries to repair a ‘hold my beer’ type moment, it is safe to stay I cannot wear them anymore. If I can’t wear them, why keep them. Into the donation box.
- Other shoes: Please refer to previous statement about the ‘hold my beer’ moment going horribly wrong. With this in mind, I have to accept the reality that my skateboarding days are over. No more need for skate shoes…
- Business Attire: This is one of those items again where I love to dress the part when the opportunity arises, however, I have not had the need to wear a suit in over 5 years. While I will keep one just in case, the others are going to find new homes via my local women’s shelter. Hopefully the new owners find the same confidence I had wearing them.
- Handbags: Do I really need dozens of designer (and replica) handbags to accentuate whatever mood I am feeling or is that mood just as easily seen on face? Keeping one small and medium sized bag. The rest, into donation the box.
- Makeup: Please refer to previous statement about accentuating ‘moods‘ above. While in my early 20’s I believed that there was a need to own a matching MAC eyeshadow and lipstick for every outfit, but in my 30’s… Not so much. The teenage girls in my life are about to hit the jackpot on this one. You’re welcome Schmidt clan.
- Coats: After moving to Wisconsin I acquired a pretty sustainable collection of winter coats (also thanks to my close proximity to the Columbia and North Face outlets), but take a guess how many of them I wore this past winter… One. Enough said there.
- Random Items: Mixed match bed sheets, gone. Ridiculous amount of half used travel sized soaps and shampoos, gone.
While there is still room for improvement, I proudly introduce my significantly improved walk in closet.
It used to be that I thought buying stuff to put in my closet was therapy. Looking back I see that doing so was just a part of a bigger problem. Now it is absolutely the case that downsizing and trying to live more minimal is, in fact, very therapeutic.