Back when I was writing about my need to declutter, I really meant it, this is just an example of what I’m dealing with.  I spent my weekend cleaning everything (except the furniture) out of my room.  All the fiber, yarn, CDs, books, DVDs, fabric, beading stuff, everything is now in my spare bedroom, waiting for me to sort it all out.  It’s a start.  Today I cleaned out my closet and got rid of about three quareters of my clothes, enough to fill five trash bags.  I still have to go though my CDs, DVDs and books but that can all wait until later.

It feels so good to get rid of this stuff.  Going through my closet today was like getting rid of some else’s clothes, it had been so long since I had worn most of it that it didn’t even feel like my clothes anymore.  I kept a few shirts and some pants that I should get rid of so I’m going to go through my closet again in about six months and get rid of more stuff.  I had to be brutal, even if I liked something, if I hadn’t worn it in a year or if it didn’t fit- it was gone.

I can’t wait to take on everything else, it feels like a weight has been taken off my shoulders.