I was folding laundry the other day when I noticed that I was running out of space in my closet for a lot of my new stuff. So, I decided to take a big step for myself. I had a big empty Rubbermaid container on the floor of the closet. I took it out, opened it up, and then started taking stock of the shirts and pants I had hanging in the closet. It was time to make some room.

This whole fitness thing has been quite the eye opener for me. I’ve been taking steps to be fitter for years, but it’s only in the past few months were I’ve really been focusing on my food intake. It’s made a huge difference. A lot of pants in my closet are now either too big or not terribly flattering. Same thing with a lot of my shirts. Some favourites are now baggy and perhaps a bit tent like. There’s really no point then in having them hanging there taking space.

Really, packing away these clothes is pretty therapeutic. It tells me that I’ve been on the right track as of late. At the same time, I’m putting these clothes away with hesitation. Am I really at a point where I can leave these layers behind? If I fail, will I be dragging it all out again in quick time? It’s kind of scary. I’m sort of closing a chapter of sorts, but is the narrative really over? Since I’m packing things away, it means that I have to buy some new things. Can I really buy new things and not have them go to waste?

Things are-a-changin’. I need the courage to keep charging forward.