Holding on and letting go...

I just came back from donating four gigantic bags of clothes to my local donation spot. These clothes represent 12 years and at least four sizes that I have been in and out of during these years. Some of them fit me for about a minute back in 2000. Some of them were not quite so ridiculous to have hung onto but I decided that having them take up valuable real estate in my home was really a physical and psychic drag that I no longer wanted to tolerate.

Some things were really hard to part with (and I am not a big saver or clutterer) but I had a lot of hopes and dreams attached to some of those clothes. It was a little painful and a lot liberating but I decided that if my size changes, why the heck would I want to go shopping out of a bin in my basement from things chosen by someone who was 30 years old, had never birthed a child, nursed a baby, been married, owned a home, turned 40, and god knows how many other dozens of life-changing things I have done in all these years. Would I even choose those clothes today? I don't think so.

My hope is that this will release some stored energy blocks that have been holding me back in my journey forward.  Let's see....