When I want more clothing, I make space in my closet. If I need more space in my cupboards, I re-organize and throw out the things I don’t need. As I pick up friends in my car, I make space by putting up my third row of seating (yes, I drive a total mom car). Space is such an integral part of life, yet we don’t necessarily take the time to discuss its importance.
So, let’s think about it. Stay with me here…You’ve got a one-car garage. You go out and buy a brand-new car (yay, exciting, good for you!), but in your garage sits a beater. It’s an old, piece of crap, lemon car that has done nothing for you; yet, a part of you loves that car. Maybe it’s your favourite colour or the seats are the most comfortable thing you’ve ever sat on, but in the end… it’s just taking up space. Space that you could be using for that snazzy new drive.
Life Is Like That Garage
If we pile up the crap, the clothes, or the “stuff” eventually we run out of space. Our metaphorical memory card is literally full of old memories; the pictures we took but were never important enough to print OR put in a Facebook album. The internal closet is cluttered with an unnecessary build-up that blocks the possibility of fitting in something new. That’s why for the first time in many years, I purged. And I purged well. It was time to Marie Kondo my life.
To be clear, it was time to let go of all the stuff tying me to a certain person (my beater car). The car was my favourite colour with the most comfortable seats I’ve ever had, but my one-car garage was too full for something new. Out with the old and in with the new.
It would have been easy to tuck things away. To put everything in a Rubbermaid container and toss it in a storage closet. However, if I tucked it away, the fact remains that it would still be here. Like our seasonal clothing swap, it would have been waiting for the day that I decided to pull it out of the closet again and put on the sweater that felt so comfortable and familiar.
A cycle I’ve done so many times before, I would have held space in my closet for the convenient moment I needed to display the sweatshirts, jackets, sweatpants, and more with an invested pride once again.
Done With The Metaphors
Metaphors are kind of my thing but let me get real for a minute here. Disposing of everything that once meant (and still does) so much to me was HARD. It was incredibly hard to part with clothing and items that have brought me comfort. When I placed stuff in bags, my heart sunk. I struggled. There were times I questioned what I was doing – if my gut was actually right about this.
That day, I sulked a bit. Okay, let’s be real, I sulked a lot. I sang some sad country songs and sipped on a hot cup of tea. Then, the next day, I woke up and vlogged my friends:
“There’s a hole. Suddenly, there’s a void. Like a hole in a part of me… but I guess that’s the point. That hole hurts a bit, it hurts a lot, but it’s created space. It’s created space for something new. I don’t know what that new is, but it feels right.”
Purge the old for the new. Clear the space for you. It’s not easy, but it’s necessary. When the beater isn’t working for you and isn’t worth the investment, it’s time to scrap it. I don’t think you’ll regret it.
Thanks for listening (and for tolerating my metaphors). Here’s to new beginnings (and a clean closet).