A minimalist. That's how I'd describe myself. I've never been a collector of stuff. In fact, too much stuff makes me uneasy and I feel compelled to offload some of it.
You see I've always had this dream that should I wake up some morning and want to run away, I could tie all my stuff in that proverbial red bandanna and go. Granted, I've yet to take action on that dream but I'm not giving up on it either. So if you some day see a white haired woman along the highway toting a bandanna on a stick, just honk.
Now here's the problem. I can't seem to apply my minimalist red bandanna theory to my closet. I have clothes in there from 10 years ago -- maybe longer. One jacket has so much shoulder padding it looks like I could play for the NFL.
Come on. Fess up. Raise your hand if you have something in your closet from your hippie or disco days --- maybe both! Hot pants? Go-go boots? Anything tie-dyed? Anything tie-dyed bearing a peace symbol?
Most of my things just don't fit anymore. I keep them mainly as incentive to lose the 20 pounds I've gained the past couple of years. Right! And those pounds will melt away as unicorns frolic in the forest of World Peace.
That line between delusional and hopeful gets more blurry every day, yet I just can't put my skinny jeans in the Goodwill bag.
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