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Cleaning the Closet


Cleaning the Closet

My husband finally got to his the other day. It was so bad that I couldn’t even step inside it to put things away. Closets always get that way for some reason. I think that it even happens to the neatest and tidiest of us. Taking folded and stacked things on and off of shelves all of the time eventually leads to a mess, plain and simple. My closet’s light hasn’t even been working well lately, but I just go with it…I flip the switch early and wait until it decides to turn on before I go in to hunt down what I am looking for.

The obvious solution to keeping our closets more organized on a regular basis is to have less stuff in them. The less pieces of clothing that there are to deal with, the easier the closet is to manage. I don’t think that I know a single person who thinks that they have enough closet space, definitely not anyone who is complaining about having too much of it. The easiest solution is to follow the advice that anything not worn, as long as it is in season, within a month, should be gotten rid of. I have tried it, but it is a very difficult thing to do…especially for a stay at home mom, who rarely ever goes out unless it is to run errands. I would really like to dress up and go somewhere someday, and I don’t want to throw my pretty clothes away.

Whether or not we are able to go to that extreme and really purge our own closets down to the bare bones, we still need to get in there and do the job from time to time. I am always shocked by the clothing that I find, which I had completely forgotten I owned. Something things I have never worn even one time. Some still have their tags on, but again, I never do go anywhere. Once it is all done and over with and the decisions have been made as to what needs to stay, and what needs to go, I always feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest. My life feels more neat and orderly. I feel somewhat refreshed and renewed. It’s a great feeling.

I wish that I could figure out how to communicate to my kids what a wonderful feeling it is to have the closet cleaned out. Their closets are constant nightmares; no wonder kids worry about monsters hiding in the closet. It is a continuous battle between my children and me to keep their closets clean. And they aren’t just finding clothes in there that they haven’t been wearing…you can only imagine what a ten year old boy will shove in his closet.

So, I try to apply the activity of closet cleaning to my own mind. I know that scientists swear that we have tons of storage space that we aren’t using up there, but I, for one, have trouble finding room to store things pretty often. I also know that I have gobs of junk stuck in my brain that are completely and utterly useless to me. How do I get in there and pick and choose which ones I want to get rid of, so that I can make more space for the good stuff? I’m not sure that I have an answer to that question. I am sure that my husband would probably suggest meditation, but I’m not sure about that either. I think that I’m just going to start being an extra picky shopper when it comes to what I allow myself to consume intellectually. I am running out of room for garbage in my brain. Why should I be storing anything that won’t positively benefit me in the future? I don’t think that I should. So, until I learn how to clean out my mental closets, I definitely don’t plan on storing away anything that I am not planning to wear.




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